Mysterious Element

Xiao Ming and his companions had been soaring through the skies for only a few moments, but it felt as though hours had passed.

The weight of his decision to intervene in the battle with the Blood Ants still weighed heavily on his shoulders.

He knew from experience that these insects were anything but forgiving and they'd likely keep a grudge but he couldn't care about that. If either of them reckless rushed up to him, he wouldn't mind initiating them into his colony, after all, it would only take a few more soul strings.

The Heavenly Flame Sword cut through the air with a piercing speed, but his mind was preoccupied.

His gaze flitted nervously from the injured cultivator in his arms to the vast expanse of mountains beneath him, wondering if he had made the right choice.

Xue Mao sat comfortably behind him on the flying sword, his form curled into a relaxed, almost lazily elegant position despite the urgency of their situation.