The Saying of the FairFolk And The Third Technique

Han Yufang frowned and said, "Milady, why do you say that?"

The lady in white remained silent as Primal Qi gradually surged from her body.

Xu Wen smiled and said, "Don't tell me you're thinking of capturing us? To tell you the truth, we escaped from the hands of the Evil Sky Pavilion's Godly Archer. Even the Evil Sky Pavilion can't do anything to us."

"Alas, we were injured."

Although the five of them did escape from the Evil Sky Pavilion, they had suffered varying degrees of injuries. That was why they were recuperating near Golden Court Mountain. They did not expect to run into this strange white lady.

The lady in white said indifferently, "Be on your way…"

"Hm?"

There was something in her right hand.

She tossed it lightly as the white umbrella flew into the air. She moved at lightning speed, stirring up a cold wind, as she shot toward the five men.

Han Yufang appeared flustered as he shouted, "This is bad! Run!"