Fools have their own good fortune.

Jing Ziqiu knew her brother's temperament. Although he was arrogant and brainless most of the time, he would never lie.

"Young master, you don't have to worry. The distance from here to the city amongst the clouds is still far. Even if Ling Chuxi is already halfway there and just happens to encounter that traitor, she won't be able to rush over in a short time." One of the men of sacrifice in black said.

"You guys don't know sh * t. Alchemist Ling has a flying spirit tool. Do you think your flying sword can match that speed?" Jing Ziyu snorted contemptuously, his tone as arrogant and arrogant as ever.

Ling Chuxi broke out in a cold sweat. It was rare to praise you for having a brain, but you're back to being brainless so quickly. Are you so sure that I'll use my flying spirit tool this time? are you so sure that the guards will encounter me? You could've dragged out some time, but aren't you forcing the other party to kill you?