In mid-air, Shen Haoran shot forward, a scorching gale leaving a trail in his wake.
The speed granted by his Vermilion Bird Wings was far greater than that of a Griffin. In the blink of an eye, he had left it far behind.
"Hey, kid, what's the big rush?" Elder Yan asked in confusion, watching the rapidly flying Shen Haoran.
Shen Haoran's brow was furrowed, his expression exceptionally grim. His eyes were locked on the distant Cyan Mountain City, and a deep sense of unease filled his heart.
"I have a bad feeling something has happened. We need to get back as soon as possible," Shen Haoran said in a low voice. The Vermilion Bird Wings on his back beat again, increasing his speed once more.
