"Damn Lin… that accursed assassin!"
Xia Xiaoman was flailing about in mid-air, her tone fluctuating between highs and lows, like a lament.
In the end, she cried out with a dolphin-like sound.
Although she was at the Qi Absorption Stage, it could be said she was at the entry-level realm, a rookie among rookies.
Not to mention in the Heavenly Sword Sect, even in the mundane world, there were countless individuals with no great fame.
At least, ordinary cultivators at the Qi Absorption Stage wouldn't be able to fly.
In panic, Xia Xiaoman cried and cursed Senior Brother Lin Yi, yet she was clever enough that even in such a situation, she didn't expose Yi Lin's identity.
"Junior Sister, don't panic!"
Jian Nanchun clasped his hands behind his back, his Traceless Snow Boots creating ripples in mid-air; as he extended and retracted his right hand, thousands of flying swords gathered into one, transforming into a cold light that swept under Xia Xiaoman to catch her.
