"He's here! So fast!"
Shen Xiuyong pulled on the reins. Ta Xue reared up, letting out a sharp neigh.
At full sprint over a short distance, an Astral Force master was indeed faster than an ordinary steed.
"Junior Nephew, you go on ahead!"
Shen Xiuyong was decisive, sharply turning his horse around. "I'll go deal with this Yu River! I may have only just entered the Astral Force realm, but it won't be so easy for him to stop me! That old fellow Qiao Hongyun should be here soon. We have our own way of meeting up!"
A warmth spread through Chen Qing's heart. This was the first time anyone had ever stood their ground to cover his retreat.
He knew this was no time for sentimentality. If he stayed, not only would he be of no help, but he would likely become a burden to Shen Xiuyong.
He nodded heavily and cupped his fist. "Junior Martial Uncle Shen, you must be careful! Take care!"
"Go on! If you run into anyone from the Earth Element Sect, show no mercy."
