Finally.
The development of the situation evolved into something Jian Nanchun had never anticipated.
He was stepping on the tip of the flying sword, while that shameless brat surnamed Lin was sitting on the back of the flying sword, comfortably enjoying the cold high-altitude wind with his eyes closed.
Behind him, Ku Ye Zen Master, whose wounds were bandaged, released a giant wooden fish-shaped magic treasure. On top of it sat the old monk and the excited Wang Xiaohu.
And his "Keep Out" icy Junior Sister,
had already flown away with the Princess Royal.
On the flying sword stood one person, and behind, another was seated, making it seem a bit crowded.
Due to the mental shock he had encountered, Jian Nanchun seemed somewhat dazed, his thoughts chaotic, as he shakily flew the sword forward.
Yi Lin, who was sensing the rhythm of the flying sword from behind, couldn't help but remind him, "Focus on driving, don't crash!"
