C823 Escape Again
Yet beyond these woods, something else existed.
A flying sword zipped through the air, hot on Nie Huafeng's heels. If Rohan glanced back, he'd instantly recognize its owner—it belonged to Qing Qiu.
The sword closed in swiftly, nearly reaching Nie Huafeng, but with a nonchalant flick of his wrist, the struck blade plummeted like a kite whose string had been cut, embedding itself in the grass