Chu Xisheng himself soared like a falcon, rising into the air. In just a moment, he glided more than ten miles and landed on Cao Xuan's boat.
"Is Wang Sheeng dead?"
Cao Xuan, looking at the pieces of flesh and bodies floating in the river, patted Chu Xisheng's shoulder with an expression of undeniable joy, "Judging by his wounds, he must have died under Little Chu's blade, right? Well done!
I guessed you had reached near He'an County after heading south from the Capital, so I tentatively sent a Qiankun Flying Sword to you. I didn't expect Little Chu would actually block him for us. You don't know, but we had been thrown off by miles just earlier and he was nearly about to escape."
