Bab 677: Leaving the Mountain

"Ling'er," Ye Futian raised his head and called out to the delicate figure in the air, a pale expression on his face. Although the teenage girl still looked weak, she stood there firmly, allowing the rampaging wind to billow on her body. Her clothes fluttered and her hair blew wildly while the youthful girl's face had tears streaking down it. Evidently, she was scared. She was not even 19; how could she not fear death? However, even though she was scared, she still stood there, like a duckweed in the wind that could be blown apart easily.