A hundred miles south of Cyan Lotus Mountain, a Qiongqi carried two unconscious women, accompanied by a Gudiao and more than ten people, dashing through the dense forest.
"Huff, huff, Elder Zuo, why aren't we flying with sword control?"
The group, exhausted from running, gasped and asked.
Zuoqiu replied, "Are you stupid? Flying in the sky is so conspicuous, do you want the Zhenyang Sect members to spot us?"
Someone asked in frustration, "But you promised, Elder Zuo, that once we captured the fairies, you'd let us have a taste. Now, why won't you even let us touch a single hair?"
Zuoqiu flew into a rage, "What the hell do you know! These two fairies must be of high status in the Zhenyang Sect, perhaps their people are already on our trail, do you want to die?"
"Really?"
"Shut up, as long as we hurry back to Celestial Fall Sect overnight, those Zhenyang Sect disciples wouldn't dare pursue us any further!"
"Yes!"
