Before Bai Mo could even react, Wei Xianxing's eyebrows twitched frantically.
"That woman!!"
'Does she really have a death wish!?'
He took two large strides to the side of the ship, just in time to meet a hand with long, manicured nails slicing up from below.
Fortunately, his reactions were lightning-fast. He jerked his head back, barely dodging the upward swipe.
Even so, the force of the wind from the attack left a red mark on his chin.
A slender figure in a sky-blue dress floated up from below the vessel, drifting alongside the Flying Ship on the wind.
Wei Xianxing gritted his teeth when he saw her.
"It's that woman's personal handmaiden..."
The woman's face was cold, and her mere proximity to the Flying Ship sent a chill through Bai Mo.
Looking closer, he saw her skin was slightly transparent under the sun—clearly, she was no ordinary human.
