It was nighttime over the Great Azure.

Su Yi and company emerged from the mist-shrouded whirlpool and returned to the riverbank.

“Where is Jin Xiaochuan?” Su Yi’s gaze swept the area, and he asked calmly. 

“Your Excellency, this humble one is over here,” said a voice from far away.

Before long, the head of the Bluefish Gang, Jin Xiaochuan, dashed over. When he saw that Su Yi and his companions were all safe, a deep sense of awe arose within his heart.

They’d ventured into the tiger’s den, only to emerge without so much as a scratch. They really are like gods or immortals!

Su Yi glanced at Ning Sihua. “In a bit, you can take them back on your bird. I’ll carry Lingxue back over land.” 

“Why not travel together?” NIng Sihua was stunned.

Su Yi arched his brow. “Didn’t you say that your mount could only seat three people?”

Ning Sihua couldn’t help but break out into a grin. “That was just an excuse; I didn’t want to travel with a little girl like Zheng Muyao. Qing’er could carry ten people with power to spare.”

“.....” Su Yi didn’t quite know what to say. When will women learn not to deceive people!?

Ning Sihua saw that she’d made her point and said no more. Instead, a cool, crisp whistle escaped her...