A ten-zhang long inky Xuan Guang streaked across the sky, heading towards Zhao You Heavenly Pond.
Luo Xiao rode the wind and controlled the light, parting the clouds, exerting all her strength in a frantic flight, holding tightly a child around five or six years old, as if crafted from jade, in her arms.
Behind her, however, two fierce winds were in hot pursuit, several miles apart, seemingly whispering faint shouts and curses, yet she was deaf to it, driving the Xuan Guang forward relentlessly.
Soon, the Zhao You Heavenly Pond was clearly in sight, she glanced over, joy blooming on her face, hugging the child tighter in her arms.
The two trailing her had no simple backgrounds, she did not wish to return directly to Zhao You Heavenly Pond, fearing she'd cause Zhang Yan trouble, preferring to circle around before going back.
