Her small act of defiance was like an ant trying to stop a cart in front of Chen Ye.
"Hold on tight!"
Chen Ye laughed aloud, ignoring his apprentice's struggle in his arms. With a thought, the Iron-Horned Demon Bull shot out like an arrow, carrying the mentor and student out of the cave!
Moonlight, like water, shimmered on the man, the child, and the bull.
"Wahhhh! Master! Slow down! Slow down!"
At first, Qing Jun cried out in fear, her small hands clutching the bull's horns, eyes shut tight, not daring to look around.
But gradually, she realized that the big bull beneath her, though fast, was exceptionally steady.
The rushing wind at her ears was a refreshing mountain breeze; the soothing scent around her nose was the fragrance of grass and trees.
And...
The broad chest she leaned against was her master's.
She secretly opened one eye.
She saw the trees beside her swiftly receding.
The moon overhead was big and round, seemingly within reach.
