In the void.
Xiao Yi, with Fang Qingzhu by his side, walked on air, while Xiao Zhengde, like a dead dog being led, hung midair, swaying with the wind.
He let out a series of miserable screams, "Xiao Yi, my son... I was wrong, please spare me, I was wrong..."
His body spun continuously in the wind like a kite, and whenever he faced forward, the gales would rush into his open mouth, emitting a series of woeful sounds.
Fang Qingzhu stood shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yi, not asking about the purpose of their journey.
She had even left Xiao Xue back at the Imperial Dragon Mountain.
Watching Xiao Yi's expressionless profile, Fang Qingzhu carefully grasped his hand tighter.
However...
At this moment, unbeknownst to Xiao Yi and Fang Qingzhu, who were speeding through the void, a figure quietly followed behind them.
......
This trip took them to a place within the former Great Qian Dynasty, to a town named Green Valley Town.
It was very secluded.
