The Mist Mountain Range, ten thousand miles away.
Xiao Yi held Huoo Linlang and constantly delved deeper.
Faced with Xiao Yi's complaints, Huoo Linlang uncharacteristically did not retort, instead she nodded softly and murmured, "Oh."
Xiao Yi leapt swiftly, occasionally surveying the surroundings.
Moving intermittently, then suddenly leaping rapidly.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi suddenly felt a gaze watching him.
Puzzled, he glanced at Huoo Linlang in his arms and said, "Why do you keep looking at me?"
Huoo Linlang's face flushed slightly, shaking her head, she murmured, "Nothing."
Xiao Yi, though puzzled, didn't pay it much heed and continued leaping.
An hour later, he finally halted his steps.
"This distance should be about right." Xiao Yi stopped and put down Huoo Linlang.
Just as he set down Huoo Linlang, Xiao Yi knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
His injuries were evidently severe.
