Mo Liancheng wrapped his arm around Qu Tan'er's slender waist, stepping through the air with elegant grace, like an Immortal. In just a few breaths, he had brought her to the top of the pavilion, just two or three zhang from the elder. Before they landed on the rooftop, she had whispered to Mo Liancheng, "Chengcheng, I can only maintain the Spiritual Arrow for two or three minutes."
Qu Tan'er knew that Mo Liancheng understood how long two or three minutes was.
After all, he had been to the 21st century and stayed there for a fair amount of time.
Mo Liancheng responded with a soft "hmm," indicating his understanding.
Seeing the two of them like this, the elder, worthy of being called an old monster, regained his composure. Looking at Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er, he said, "You two, our Situ Royal Family never attempted to provoke you."
