"Wait a second, something's missing,"
"At this rate, It will forever reach the forest," Chen Miya said, and the cloud stopped moving at her command.
She took out her pen and began to draw a painter's hat. After wearing it, she clicked her tongue and began to think.
"Ha! I got it." She set her eyes on the cloud and drew a car's steering wheel at the front, jet wings on the sides, and motors on the back.
Afterward, she placed her hand on the steering wheel and sped up toward the forest, leaving behind a pile of smoke.
"Lady Miya, wait for us!" The village guards turned grim after she sped away.
"It looks like we might die of exhaustion from running after her at this rate," The middle-aged man, the guard captain, wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with a tired smile.
"But sir, if we don't follow her, we will die at Miss Rong's hands," a guard muttered in a nervous tone.
