Si Xueyi’s gaze was weird when he looked at Lin Yun, but the meaning hidden behind his words was even weirder. It looks like he knew about Yue Weiwei’s identity, secrets that Lin Yun did not know.

“Run! You’re not his opponent,” said Yue Weiwei. While Lin Yun was feeling uncertain, Yue Weiwei, whose hands were hooked around Lin Yun’s neck, gently slid behind Lin Yun.

She held onto Lin Yun with one hand and soared into the sky, jumping past Si Xueyi. Lin Yun was shocked when he felt the powerful grip behind Yue Weiwei’s soft wrist. She had easily lifted him in the air.

There was lingering energy that enveloped the two of them, traveling across the air like flowers drifting in the air.

What kind of movement technique was that?

“Soaring reflection of the moon!”

It was too late for him to marvel at Yue Weiwei’s movement technique. A boundless turbulent river suddenly appeared. The...