*Swoosh* *Swoosh*
The sound of something traversing fast through the air echoed out.
Yang Su’s robes flapped wildly as he rode on the wooden sword towards Ling Xia.
They were quite some distance away from the Faction Hall and despite Ling Xia knowing Yang Su was following her she wasn’t slowing down.
Yang Su kept on flying though, and even though this experience of using a sword to fly was new to him he still wobbly got closer and closer to Ling Xia.
“Young Miss this person is still following us, should I…”
The attendant who was flying next to Ling Xia on her platform said before pausing and then turned his head and shot a venomous glare at Yang Su.
Ling Xia's cold indifferent expression change a little but quickly recovered before she said, “No, it’s fine.”
The speed at which she was flying slowed down before coming to stop, allowing a struggling Yang Su to catch up to her.