When the withered old crone saw Lü Zhong's decisive departure, her sinister smile vanished, replaced by a rare look of panic. After a shout to her accomplice, she abandoned the grievously wounded Lin Fangyun, her body twisting into a plume of roiling black smoke to give chase to the Flying Ship.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! The sound of something slicing through the air assaulted them.
Several Butterfly Flying Needles shot out from the black smoke.
Lü Zhong had already sensed them and maneuvered the Flying Ship into a roll to dodge.
Yu Feng'Er, however, reacted too slowly, her dazed surprise almost getting her thrown from the vessel.
He shot her a harsh glare, warning her that if she caused any more trouble, he'd throw her overboard. It was, after all, just a transaction, and they hadn't even signed a Spirit Contract. The threat instantly drained the color from Yu Feng'Er's face. She grabbed the ship's railing for dear life, not daring to let go.
