"Don't be too happy yet, this misleading potion only affects the Simurgh for at most one incense stick's worth of time." Mu Qingge spoke another life-threatening sentence before the crowd could celebrate their escape from the Simurgh's jaws.
The crowd's expressions froze, their eyes wide, staring at her.
Mu Qingge touched her nose and shrugged, "This is already the strongest effect." If the Simurgh were so easy to deal with, would it still be alive for so long?
"In that case, we should leave quickly." Xie Ya suggested.
An incense stick's time isn't long enough to go far, but it's better than staying here waiting to die.
But—
"Princess Xie Ya, our flying spirit beast has crashed." One of the clan's members stood out to remind them.
Xie Ya frowned slightly.
This indeed presents a tricky problem; without the flying beast, they cannot travel far, and her little green is now too weak to carry any weight for flight.
Unconsciously, she shifted her gaze to Mu Qingge.
