As Ma Yunbin grew anxious, Qin Fan offered no explanation. He simply shook his head with a faint laugh and got into Ma Yunbin's flashy Ferrari. Driven by a desperate urgency, Ma Yunbin ignored the speed cameras, pushing the superbly balanced Ferrari to a screaming 200 kilometers per hour on the highway. In the passenger seat, Qin Fan leaned back and closed his eyes to rest.
「Three hours later.」
The eye-catching Ferrari screeched to a halt on the road at the foot of the ridge.
"Master Qin, we're here! We've arrived! Let's get out, quickly!" Ma Yunbin unbuckled his seatbelt, his voice filled with impatience.
Without opening his eyes, Qin Fan said calmly, "It's not time yet. If you want to go, go by yourself. But I'd advise you to be careful and not get any reckless ideas. If there really is a Jiao Dragon, a single puff of its breath would be enough to kill you."
