"Looks like you're still alive..."
Su Mo wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or otherwise.
He gently shook his head and said to Yang Xiaoyun:
"I'll go first, and I'll explain to you in detail later."
"Sure, take care."
"Don't worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Mo took a step forward and was already in midair.
A cry of an eagle resounded, and the Messenger Eagle took off again, heading in a certain direction.
Su Mo followed closely, using the Wind God Step, treading on air.
Two shadows, one in front of the other, moved at an incredible speed.
In just a moment, they had left the boundaries of Tianqi Island.
Over the vast sea, who knows how long he traveled, Su Mo saw a wooden plank floating on the water.
A person was lying on the plank, looking pale, drifting with the waves.
This person was none other than the Dark Dragon Hall Deputy Hall Master, Jiang Lan.
The copper tobacco pipe of the Messenger Eagle was taken from his hand, of course.
