The wind roared at the side of her ears, and fine snow grains grazed her cheeks, causing a cutting pain like a knife.
Wen Shu shredded the fabric of her cuff and dropped it silently; the male above her was completely unaware.
Until they reached the middle section of Bain City, at a small Holy Temple with a hollow design, he bragged to his welcoming brother.
"Brought her here without any effort," he scoffed at the female in his arms, saying coldly, "I don't know who said that those three males were something special. Tsk, it was just a flick of the fingers."
He spoke casually, but Wen Shu could feel that his superpower had been overdrawn, his arm shaking the entire way.
"Where's Nan, is he here yet?"
The two of them stepped into the temple, a different voice replied indifferently, "The last mission almost exposed us, and he acted on his own again last night. Uncle thinks he has a problem, he's correcting his memory."
