"Are you fine..." the Holy Maiden asked, her voice soft like snow drifting down in the dead of night.
She glanced at Jia Mei's trembling state, concern flickering in her eyes, but they couldn't stop now. Not when another group might be close behind, chasing the scent of delay, like a cat to a rat's tail.
Zhao Fan had already predicted this outcome.
That Jia Mei would endure was expected, but the fact that the other two still held on was somewhat surprising.
Yi Xin Xue, however, was different.
Her body had been reforged with the finest treasures including the essence of Phoenix, and a celestial orb, her constitution moulded from the bones of legends and starlight.
How can she he affected by simple gravity?
She was not someone who could be measured with common sense.
"Keep walking. Don't speak. You'll only waste energy," Zhao Fan said coldly, his tone as sharp and unmoved as stone beneath moonlight.
