The sky was already bright, with the eastern horizon showing a pale fish-belly white as the Spirit Spring Flying Boat continued its flight in the morning light.
Wang Xiaoqiang felt that those assassins probably wouldn't pursue them anymore, so he stopped the Spirit Spring Flying Boat. With a thought, he withdrew the Flying Boat, causing 1,000,000 droplets of the Spiritual Spring to disperse with a roar. Suddenly without support, the two of them plummeted downwards, catching Princess Hua Shao off guard and making her scream.
Wang Xiaoqiang quickly reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. The sensation was soft and springy to the touch. Delighted, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Princess Hua Shao, realizing Wang Xiaoqiang's mischief, glared fiercely at him, clenching her delicate fists, and pounded on his chest in embarrassment and anger. "You scoundrel, you're the worst!"
"Ouch, you're hitting my wound," Wang Xiaoqiang grimaced as he said.
