Ai Hui concealed the light of his azure wings. The initial whistling of the wind stopped abruptly and the surging force of the wings soften and calmed down. Not only that, he was like a snake, constantly changing his direction and advancing in a haphazard manner.
The faraway, dazzling light behind him would occasionally illuminated his silhouette but he never once looked back.
He no longer cared if the Great Wei’s caravan lived or died.
He was already unlucky enough to get tangled in such trivial matters. It was simply a waste of his precious time to continue getting involved with the other party. He had things on hand and had no energy to waste on this.
Whether or not the Great Wei’s caravan could survive, it would depend on their luck.
Thinking about the elemental energy beans in his possession, Ai Hui felt that he had gained a little after all.