On that deep dark night, as the mountain breeze blew, Meng Qi carried Hua Lun on his back using his Moves of Wind-god's Legs, rushing along the nearest way back to the city of Mount Qin.
"Childe Meng's Lightness Skill is so outstanding..." Hua Lun, born in Zhen Yi School could easily tell the levels of kung fu. Realizing the fierceness of Arresting Wind and Capturing Shadow, he could not help but secretly praise Meng Qi. But when he recalled his heroic demeanor in the broken temple, he was upset. After all, Childe Meng's strength was between Four Apertures and Six Apertures while there was no shortage of masters at this level in Luo Denomination; being too careless and too arrogant would be fatal.
"Fortunately, his Lightness Skill is quite good." Hua Lun thought. According to the current performance of Meng Qi's Lightness Skill, at least they could run away in the event that they lost.
