Yu Yuan felt uncertain and did not advance further.
Anyway, he had already run so far that the Kunpeng Ancestor should not be able to catch up.
He spread out his palm, and a tiny sparkle flashed on the Flying Gold Sword, releasing a wisp of Innate Xin Metal Qi that transformed into a fairy-like little girl.
Her delicate body stood just right on Yu Yuan's palm, not feeling out of place at all.
Although she looked only six or seven years old, her tender and exquisite face was full of solemnity, and her phoenix eyes stared at Yu Yuan with an imposing aura that commanded respect without anger.
"Was it you who saved me?"
Her voice was still clear like a stream, but less cold than before and instead more curious.
Yu Yuan grinned, "We from the Witch Clan keep our promises. I said I would protect you completely, and I couldn't let him catch you for Alchemy."
