A moment later, two figures emerged from the mountain pass—a man and a woman.
The man was a monk, and the woman was full of seductive charm.
The monk was heard saying with a laugh:
"As expected of the Cyan Fang Sword, Tie Hancang. With you here, it was an easy catch."
"You talk too much."
Ironman said coldly:
"That Fang Shuwen is no ordinary man. I fear he'll track us down.
"We need to get this little girl away quickly. As for this one…"
His gaze fell on Fang Lingxin, and with a flick of his hand, he tossed her toward the monk.
"She's yours."
The monk was overjoyed and reached out to catch her.
But unexpectedly, Fang Lingxin changed direction in mid-air. The three of them froze, their eyes instinctively following her. It was as if something was pulling her, guiding her until she landed in the arms of a figure.
