"Senior Brother, how did you know about the Demon Race?"
On the way, Ye Danqing asked doubtfully.
"Because I've encountered them before."
"Hurry, we need to get back," Su Qing said helplessly.
Lu Yaoyang was sitting on Su Qing's Flying Sword, recovering from his injuries.
The others all urged their Flying Swords onward, leaving quickly.
"Senior Brother, why did your Magical Artifact suddenly accelerate just now?" Liu Jiangtai asked, confused.
Su Qing chuckled lightly. "Intuition. When you're out and about, a sudden gut feeling can sometimes save your life. I'm a big believer in that."
'Could I tell them I already knew that Golden Core Realm Cultivator behind us was about to attack?'
He definitely couldn't say.
Intuition was the easiest explanation for his actions.
「After crossing several mountains.」
Everyone's Magical Power could no longer sustain their flight.
They landed on a road.
