Seeing the young man reveal his familiar Mystic form once again, a flicker of emotion crossed Feng Bei's placid face.
But she said nothing. With a nod, she shot up the iron chains toward the peak like a bolt of lightning.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Bei was nothing more than a faint shadow to Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu was stunned. 'Is Feng Bei using a cheat or something?'
Even without her hands, her athletic prowess was far beyond that of any ordinary person.
With that thought, Zheng Xiu held the Orange Cat in his arms and beat his single wing.
He didn't dare get too far from Feng Bei. Right now, the only reason Zheng Xiu could stray so far from his Main Body in Divine Travel was because he was being towed along by the Post Station known as Feng Bei.
A shadow of inky light, like a sharp black blade, sliced through the clouds and mist, soaring straight into the heavens.
Feng Bei's speed climbing the iron chains actually matched Zheng Xiu's flying speed.
