The young man had a clever appearance, yet he was clad in heavy armor and military attire.
Chen Qingyan lowered her gaze, her fingers, which were initially retracted, reached out again and tapped the boy's forehead.
After a pause, her expression remained cold and indifferent.
Yet she still said lightly, “...Follow me.”
Li Guanyi let out a long sigh of relief. Before he could react, he saw the tall and cool woman extend her hand, and then his feet left the ground. Chen Qingyan directly lifted the boy by the back of his collar, her strength combined with the thirty or so pounds of armor made him feel as if he were a feather, stepping forward.
White frost gathered beneath their feet like clouds, as if they were riding the mist.
Li Guanyi felt his vision blur in an instant, unable to see anything clearly.
He had not refined his Eye Orifice.
His high-speed dynamic vision was still at the level of an ordinary person.