Lu Chengfeng did not delay any longer. Even a few extra moments of lingering would endanger him, as the mana within him was rapidly depleting, and the Kun Roc wings were almost unsustainable.
"Xiang Qingchi, dreaming that I would become your whip bearer is sheer delusion. If you are willing to bow down, maybe I could consider making you my twenty-eighth concubine."
"Hahaha!"
He mocked from his mouth, as the pair of Kun Roc wings behind him shed a cyan glow, enveloping his entire body, swiftly retreating into the depths of the mountain gate.
Xiang Qingchi was not angered upon seeing this. She merely watched him leave silently, speaking in a gentle yet indifferent voice: "Why struggle needlessly? Even if you hide within the Sword Array, you still can't escape the grasp of my palm."
