Chapter Ninety-Seven: Test

Ran Qingmo probably really couldn't fly.

Being held and running away did not feel good, actually it was uncomfortable.

With every step on the ground, the powerful acceleration made Xu Yuan feel as if he were riding a drop tower from his previous life.

And after entering that dark and spiraling upward tunnel, Xu Yuan directly felt like he was spiraling towards heaven on a drop tower.

Upon reaching the ground,

Ran Qingmo then let Xu Yuan down from her embrace.

She let go, but Xu Yuan did not.

Already at Seventh Grade cultivation, Xu Yuan belonged to a superhuman class, but he was still far from the superhuman standard.

In less than one minute, being held by Ran Qingmo and spinning like a motor in that tunnel for hundreds of rounds, dizziness and nausea surged over him like a tidal wave.

"....."

Ran Qingmo stared at the man who was still holding on to her shoulder, her cold eyes slightly hesitant.

Her master had said that there should be a distinction between men and women.