"Ah—"
Jiang Xinli's vision blurred, and before she knew it, the tip of her nose bumped against Bai Yao's firm, hard chest.
The crisp scent of white snow wafted from him.
Bai Yao swiped through the air with his long, slender, pale fingers—
"WHOOSH!" A fierce wind suddenly kicked up, and a powerful current wrapped around the two of them, lifting them into the air.
The moment her toes left the ground, Jiang Xinli felt a lightness under her feet as he pulled her tightly into his embrace.
"Little Li, it worked." Bai Yao's long, snow-white hair billowed in the wind.
Their robes fluttering, the embracing pair shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Jiang Xinli was shocked. 'So this is the true power of a Seventh Rank of Superpower…'
After flying for a while, seeing she hadn't said a word, Bai Yao lowered his gaze to glance at her.
He saw Jiang Xinli's lips pressed tightly together, her eyes shut, and her body trembling slightly.
