Xia Shiyue said it and then took action, grabbing Zhu Yan's wrist and taking her into the night sky.
A white streak cut through the night sky of Yang City, disappearing into the distant horizon.
Somewhere on the outskirts of Yang City.
In the night sky
Xia Shiyue, who was flying at high speed using the "Wind Manipulation Technique," suddenly came to an abrupt halt, standing in mid-air as if on solid ground. She looked down at the buildings below and asked, "Is it here?"
Zhu Yan was still a bit dazed at this moment. Previously, she had been carried along by Xia Shiyue, with only the sound of the howling wind, as cold as a knife cutting against her, ringing in her ears, making her head buzz.
She reached up to rub her temples, and after scanning the area, she suddenly pointed to a cluster of buildings ahead to the left, "Aunt Xia, it's over there!"
A short while later.
Xia Shiyue brought Zhu Yan down in front of a villa.
