"Feng Qi?" Jiang Zheyu looked at him in surprise.
"What's so surprising?" Feng Qi's calm gaze fell upon her tea-colored eyes.
"It's nothing, I just didn't expect to run into you here," Jiang Zheyu said after a pause.
Feng Qi heard her but didn't reply. As if sensing something, he calmly turned his gaze forward.
Jiang Zheyu subconsciously followed his gaze.
The calm ground began to crack. Against the backdrop of bustling skyscrapers, a pair of enormous, thin white wings seemed to slice up from the earth. As they unfurled, the ground shook violently, rubble and chunks of stone breaking away where the wings emerged and crashing down.
A massive, black, worm-like creature with thin wings on its back slowly rose into the air.
"Move out." Feng Qi's long fingers pressed the black earpiece at his temple. His ink-black eyes, devoid of warmth, fixed on the flying creature.
His other hand was still holding Jiang Zheyu's hand.
