"Did you really tame a Dragon Eagle as your mount?" Thinking of what Mu Qianyue had said, Ling Feng's face was filled with astonishment. It wasn't empty talk or arrogant boasting; she truly had the ability.
Involuntarily, a hot glow of admiration appeared in his eyes; she was his goddess—a woman of talent, beauty, and strength! That Fang Yiran could just roll away however far he could!
Mu Qianyue noticed his mesmerized gaze directed at her and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. She moved her body and leaped onto Long Ting's back, lowering her head to look at Ye Hanqing and the member of Fengyue Pavilion below.
"You two, get up here too. It's time to go back."
The two moved and landed behind Mu Qianyue.
"Sect Leader, what should we do with these people?" Ye Hanqing pointed at Ling Feng, City Lord Lin, and the others below.
"Take them back." A faint arc curved at the corner of her lips, and her voice was cold, revealing no emotional fluctuations.
