While the ghostly man and Dan Hu were having a merry time, Han Yu was on the brink of reaching a city he had never seen before.
"A city!" Han Yu exclaimed—or at least he tried to. What actually came out was muffled nonsense, thanks to the cloth gag stuffed into his mouth.
Xu Qing, who had long since tuned out his incessant mumbling, barely registered his excitement. She had far more pressing concerns—chief among them was her dwindling Qi reserves.
She had been flying nonstop for nearly three hours, and the strain was beginning to show. Her forehead was slick with sweat, and her arms ached from maintaining her sword flight. If she weren't so desperate to reach their destination, she would have taken her time.
When she finally saw the city's walls in the distance, she let out a breath of relief.
"Finally," she muttered, lowering their altitude.
THUD.
