The moment Pei Yuhang finished speaking, the sword, which had been flying at a steady pace, suddenly shot vertically upward. It continued to accelerate, creating plumes of vapor cones that trailed behind the hilt.
The silver-haired girl was immediately slammed back by a powerful G-force. She cried out in alarm, all thoughts of her master forgotten, and could only cling desperately to his waist to keep from falling off the Flying Sword.
"Master… I can't… it's too fast…"
'This is so thrilling…'
Qing Yueqiu's panicked cry was shredded by the howling gales, but Pei Yuhang still heard her clearly.
He formed another hand seal, and the Flying Sword slowed its ascent.
Even after feeling the sword slow down, Qing Yueqiu hadn't quite recovered from the vertigo. Her breaths were still heavy and hot between her crimson lips.
She glanced down, only to realize her cold sweat had soaked through the back of her master's robes…
