Chapter 45: A Fragrant Cloth And Unworthy Of Name
Han Yu looked down and immediately regretted it.
"This is way too high... can't we fly at a lower height?" Han Yu pleaded, gripping onto the sword with the desperation of a man clinging to a floating plank in the middle of a stormy ocean.
"That would be too slow since we'd hit obstacles on the path," Xu Qing replied, completely unfazed by his distress. Without another word, she controlled the sword to accelerate.
WHOOSH!
The flight started slow but quickly picked up speed until they were soaring at least fifty kilometers per hour!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Han Yu screamed non-stop, his face contorting in sheer terror as the wind assaulted him with the force of a thousand slaps.
"UGH! I'll shut you up myself!" Xu Qing snapped before stuffing a cloth into Han Yu's mouth.
"MNMMM! UNGNNNN!" Han Yu groaned in protest, eyes widening as the fabric muffled his screams.
Then he caught a scent—a pleasant fragrance wafting from the cloth.
;Lilac? Wait... is this her handkerchief?; A part of his brain, the part that wasn't screaming in terror, registered this intriguing development.
He briefly considered pulling it out to confirm, but his fear of plummeting to his doom decisively won over his curiosity. Thus, he simply remained still, his muffled groans eventually subsiding.