Chapter 436
Chapter 436 A Complex Matter
Straining to lower his head, Lin Wanrong caught a glimpse of his legs still attached to his body and immediately felt elated. Fairy Ning was holding a sword in one hand while carrying him with the other, her toes barely touching the roof tiles as they darted forward. She moved like a wisp of smoke, incredibly fast. All he could hear was the sound of rushing wind; he couldn't even make out their direction.
Was he really not dead? Cold sweat soaked his clothes. His relief was indescribable. To escape death once was luck, twice was a matter of fortune, but a third time indicated a deep providence. Rejuvenated, he felt as if he could see hope once again. Fairy Ning's expression remained calm, her white robes fluttering gracefully. After a moment of intense speed, a hint of pallor appeared on her face. A sweet, orchid-like fragrance wafted into his nostrils, lifting his spirits.
"Fairy Sister," he spoke, causing her to abruptly halt, the tip of her sword touching his neck.
"Don't worry, Sister, I'm in no rush. Your well-being is what's important," he said warmly, sincerity filling his eyes.
Fairy Ning gave him a cold glance and loosened her grip. His body started plummeting straight down. Looking below, Lin Wanrong's heart skipped a beat. They were several meters above ground; falling from this height would turn him into a pancake. Taking a gamble, he clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, and fell. Just as he was about to hit the ground, a disdainful snort echoed in the air, and like a flash, Fairy Ning caught him again, continuing their rapid advance.
Lin Wanrong felt as if he had just been fished out of water, his clothes completely drenched in sweat. After so many life-and-death situations that evening, he felt somewhat numb. Closing his eyes, he decided to let Fairy Ning do as she pleased.
Both remained silent, the long night seeming even quieter. After an indeterminate amount of time, Lin Wanrong suddenly felt a cold wind blowing around him. Opening his eyes, he realized they were halfway up a mountain, Jade Buddha Temple below and the remains of the Jade Virtue Fairy Hall above, a place he had bombarded. Ruins and desolation met his eyes.
‘Why am I here?’ Lin Wanrong was shocked. Struggling slightly, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his back. Fairy Ning had mercilessly struck him with the scabbard of her sword. "Where are you taking me?" he groaned.