The woman downstairs, seeing Cheng Yaojin suddenly appear halfway, thought for a moment, glared at Feng Yueya resentfully, and ran out of the inn, unwilling to give up.
Feng Yueya was puzzled. Why did she just leave?
Yun Shangshu wrapped his arms around her waist, gazing thoughtfully at the woman's retreating figure.
Suddenly, a hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.
So he had found his way here.
"Xiao Tong, it looks like we need to quicken our pace," he said to Feng Yueya with a smile.
Feng Yueya blinked, still trying to understand, when she saw him draw out the Soft Sword, creating a four-ranks-wide wave of white spiritual light, then he threw the sword into the air.
Grasping Feng Yueya, he leapt into the air, lightly touched the tip of his foot to the blade, and whoosh, they flew out of the inn.
As they flew outside, Feng Yueya's eyes suddenly caught a familiar shadow.
She looked intently and saw it was Rong San!
