"Prince! Prince! You'll hurt innocent civilians!"
Jingri chased behind him, sweat dripping down his forehead in urgency.
But the Prince's speed was so fast, how could he possibly keep up?
Even his voice, perhaps the Prince wouldn't hear it at all.
Right now, the Prince's heart and mind were entirely consumed by thoughts of the Princess; where would he have the attention to listen to anyone's words?
"Prince..."
Suddenly, the storm ceased!
Jingri finally caught up to Feng Yexuan, but because he was moving too quickly, he couldn't stop himself and nearly crashed into the Prince's back.
But he wasn't the Prince; at lightning-fast speed, the Prince could halt his steps instantly, as if it were second nature.
Jingri, on the other hand, was exerting all his strength to unleash the most impressive Qinggong of his life.
It was utterly impossible to stop on a dime.
