The scorching sun hung high, baking the vast earth.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Up in the azure sky, two figures streaked through the air, whipping up whirlwinds behind them.
"Luo Feng, Yang Wanyi is blessed by fortune; she should be fine. Who knows, she might already be on Group Dragon Island." Flying side by side with Luo Feng, Ling Qingwu glanced at him sidelong and spoke.
"I hope so."
Luo Feng nodded and asked, "Qingwu, we've been flying continuously for several hours. Do you want to rest a bit first?"
Ling Qingwu shook her head, raised her eyes to the blazing fireball hanging in the sky, and said, "There's no time. We must reach Sky Water Port before sunset."
"Sky Water Port?"
