The setting sun extinguished its last ray of light.
Above the sky, a sword glided past, its distance from the ground so far that it appeared as nothing more than a speck to those looking up from below.
The whooshing wind rushed past her ears. Li Zijun sat on the sword, her hair blown into disarray, small hands gripping Su Bei tightly. She squinted, unable to open her eyes against the strong wind.
This time was different. Previously, while investigating the source of the Evil Qi and seeking a solution, Su Bei had taken his time, stopping frequently, which greatly slowed his pace. But for this Buckle Immortal Gate, time was pressing. It would begin in another three to five days, so Su Bei was traveling hurriedly.
Along the way, besides urging Li Zijun to cultivate for her Foundation Establishment, Su Bei would occasionally tell her about the temperaments of her several senior martial sisters.
