Wang Ying's attitude was very determined.
"Alright."
Yang Tian nodded, after all, Wang Ying was considered a descendant of Wang Lingzhan.
Immediately, under Bu Ruji's lead, Yang Tian, Shan Xue, Wang Ying, and Ling Ying headed toward the depths of the forest.
Shan Xue and Bu Ruji were Ancient Martial Artists; they quickly moved towards the forest depths using Wave-Riding Light Step.
While behind them, Yang Tian simply held Wang Ying and Ling Ying, moving swiftly forward.
Although Ling Ying was an assassin, she was not an Ancient Martial Artist, and Wang Ying was completely an ordinary person, only able to rely on Yang Tian to carry them forward.
Snap!
Yang Tian stepped onto the ancient tree, leaning his body forward to fly ahead.
Wang Ying and Ling Ying felt a tremor in his arms; they clung tightly to him, feeling his solid chest, each with different feelings.
Ling Ying was joyful.
While Wang Ying was furious.
"Pervert..."
Wang Ying's face was somewhat cold.
"What?"
