WHOOSH!
Qin Feiyang glanced at Shi Ming's retreating figure as he also leaped into the air. Like a streak of lightning, he landed in the square of the Elixir Fire Palace.
The Elixir Fire Palace, its doors tightly shut, towered over a hundred feet high, and an ancient aura assailed them.
"Qin Feiyang, do you know what rank the Elixir Fire is in the Inner Court?" Murong Jing stood in front, her clothes fluttering, her black hair dancing with the wind.
Though her features were ordinary, the aura she exuded was particularly captivating.
"I don't know." Qin Feiyang shook his head.
"Fourth rank," said Murong Jing, her ethereal voice as calm as still water.
"Fourth rank!" Qin Feiyang's eyes flashed brilliantly.
