"Slow down, Shi," he said, walking over and holding his umbrella toward the nearby Feather Vehicle. The occupant, however, completely ignored him and stepped right out.
An exquisitely beautiful young woman emerged, her face a mask of ice. She didn't stand with Qing Liuyun, but instead moved to the side, circulating her Spiritual Power to deflect the raindrops. She was neither delicate nor pretentious.
"That's not necessary. I can handle it myself," Yu Shiqian said coolly, even taking a few steps further away.
Another young woman followed, her looks a shade less striking than the first. When her gaze fell on Qing Liuyun, however, her expression filled with disgust. "Qing Liuyun, why did you have to follow us? My sister and I came here for training. What are you sticking your nose into our business for?"
