Playing the flute? Ling Xiaolan suddenly heard these words and didn't react for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Wang darted out of the battle formation. Star Wings, formed from the Praying Star Technique, appeared on his back, and he rushed towards the ground, head down and feet up.
Playing the flute? Was he instructing me to play the flute and perform an Immortal melody?
The current Saintess of the Tianyan Xuan Nu Sect was only slightly delayed, but Wu Wang was already several thousand feet away, flying across the sky like a comet.
Brother Wuwang would certainly not jest in such a situation.
"Don't follow me!"
Ling Xiaolan turned her head and shouted softly. She leaped from the clouds with her arms spread, her light dress and thin shirt clinging to her shoulders and arms. Her long hair flew about, slightly disheveled, as she cast a Spell, transforming into the shape of a bird. She plummeted through the air, chasing after Wu Wang.
