About half an hour later.
In the Mo Clan's supply point, a Winged Dragon wanted to take flight.
Aboard it were a man and a woman.
The man was exceptionally handsome, and the woman was stunningly beautiful.
Shortly after they took off, another Winged Dragon took flight from a different supply point.
The direction it headed was the same as the man and woman who had just left.
The wind blew the two people's hair.
In the wind, their locks intermittently tangled together, while the woman frowned and looked back at the pursuing Winged Dragon, "My lord, that thing... is quite persistent, why?"
"Why? There are generally only two types of people who could let go of their dignity to follow us," said the man.
"Let's hear them."
"One is purely obsessed with martial arts. The other, harbors a deep-seated grudge or vendetta."
"?!" Qu Tan'er was slightly stunned, "Then is he... the former? Or the latter?"
