The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the vast plains and the moving carriages. The night wind howled, carrying a faint trace of killing intent as the convoy swiftly traversed the desolate road, following the safest route back to the Celestial Clan's stronghold.
High above the clouds, Mengqi and Yao'er soared through the air, their silhouettes blending with the night. Their sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. The little beast's thunder-infused wings crackled with energy, illuminating the darkness with flickers of blue lightning as he effortlessly carried Mengqi.
Suddenly—
Mengqi's pupils shrank. She sensed something — a disturbance in the air, faint traces of masked figures moving in formation.
"Yao'er, slow down."
The winged beast chirped, adjusting its flight path. Mengqi's delicate brows furrowed as she activated her Heavenly Eye Art, her vision piercing through the darkness.
Her heart raced as her spiritual sense tingled. "Not good!"
