Qi Xian felt a gust of wind blow over his head.
When he opened his eyes again, rooftops and tree shadows were swiftly gliding past him.
Ahead, a group of people carrying torches were patrolling, just as Qi Xian's heart started to rise, his view was suddenly blocked by a cloak; he felt himself being lifted onto someone's shoulder.
A strong wind passed by, the sensation of weightlessness came, the obstructed view scared Qi Xian almost into a scream.
The person beneath him seemed to anticipate his reaction, simply covering his face with a hand.
Beside his ear, the sound of the wind whistled, accompanied faintly by the sound of galloping hooves and voices.
After a series of ups and downs, the person beneath him clearly came to a stop.
"We've arrived."
Qin Yao put down the person she was carrying, and one step forward was the rear gate of the Qi Family.
