“Strange, did this Feiyun take Ye Xiaoxiang into a rat hole or something, all of the young experts of the capital can’t find them.” Dongfang Jingyue was carrying her red pipa and approached slowly from the village’s entrance. She had a transcendent aura; the white veil couldn’t hide her elegance at all.

The villagers quickly retreated to the side after seeing them. Some even kneeled on the ground.

Dongfang Jingshui said: “Ignore the youths, I heard the Beiming even invited a ninth-ranked wisdom master in order to calculate Feiyun’s location but nothing came out of it.”

“Hah, this guy’s escaping skill is first-rate. He’s lucky or Beiming Potian would have found him. With his little skills, he would probably be beaten like a dog right now.” Jingshui stood on the street like a crane among a flock of chickens. A complicated gleam appeared...