Xu Wendong's aura was steady, firmly controlling the Flying Sword that emitted a chilling cold light.
The sword's body was slender, appearing like a stream of silver lightning in the night, carrying them with the force of breaking wind, rapidly moving through the vast night sky.
The dark night stretched around them, and the sparkling stars seemed like gems meticulously embedded in black silk, twinkling, creating a dreamy and mysterious atmosphere for their journey home.
Ye Qiu nestled closely against Xu Wendong's back, her cheek lightly touching his broad back. She could clearly feel Xu Wendong's scorching temperature and the powerful energy flowing continuously within him.
The howling night wind swept past her ears, but Ye Qiu's heart was incredibly calm, wrapped in an unprecedented sense of security.
In her heart, as long as Xu Wendong was beside her, she feared nothing, even if the sky was falling.
