Lei Ming slammed the door shut, gesturing at the half-scared driver before turning back to the car. Looking at the distressed Ying Luo, he asked, "This has nothing to do with you, right? Don't tell me you were tearing off the seal."
"No,"
Ying Luo shook her head in denial, though she seemed upset. "The direction of the Evil Spirit aligns with our people's path. I'm worried the cultivators might discover some clues, so I wanted to make things difficult for them."
"How could it be like this?"
Ye Fengsheng said nonchalantly.
Even Ying Luo, who proposed this idea, didn't expect Ye Fengsheng to agree so quickly. Initially, she just wanted to hear Ye Fengsheng's opinion. If Ye Fengsheng refused, it didn't matter.
But she didn't expect Ye Fengsheng to agree so quickly! Even after promising, he immediately pushed open the door to pull her along!
It wasn't until she floated into the air, the cold wind brushing past her ears, that she reacted to Ye Fengsheng's intense actions.
