Chapter 159 (1/2)

Once Claire and Feng Yixuan reappeared, the two examined their new surroundings.

“Isn’t this the outskirts of Fenghua city?” Claire recognized where they were immediately.

“Oh, it is.” Feng Yixuan nodded. He had been here many times before.

The two looked at each other and found their clothes torn and bloody, cutting sorry figures.

“We should first find a place to wash together.” Feng Yixuan raised a brow, smirking.

“Do you have a scroll home?” Claire asked seriously, ignoring Feng Yixuan’s shady words. “Your mother sent me there with a scroll before.”

“I do, I do.” Feng Yixuan hurriedly took out a scroll from his interspatial storage ring. These scrolls were extremely precious, crafted by senior Feng painstakingly. Only his mother didn’t treat them seriously. The scroll that Feng Yixuan had, however, was a teleportation scroll for one person only.

“Oh, how about this. You hold onto the scroll tightly. No matter what happens, don’t let go,” Claire said seriously.

“Okay.” Feng Yixuan didn’t understand what Claire wanted to do, but he listened obediently. He rarely saw Claire this serious, so he listened very carefully.

“Let me see the back of your right and and the fingernails of your left hand.”

“Okay.” Without thinking, Feng Yixuan obediently listened, twisting his hands in opposite directions.

With a “tch” sound, the scroll tore apart.

With a flash of light, before Feng Yixuan had the time to cry, he disappeared, teleported to Feng manor.

“What an innocent child,” Claire shrugged wickedly. Of course, she had her own plans. Feng Yixuan needed to report back to the senior what dangers they had faced and that Feng Yixuan had broken through the eleventh level of the Heavenly Astral Wind. But Claire knew if she told Feng Yixuan, he definitely would refuse, wanting to stay by her side, so she could only trick him into returning home.

Suddenly, there came a laugh that was unable to be restrained. “Pffft…”

Claire frowned and turned around. Some distance away was a man in white looking towards her. Although there was some distance between them, the two could see each other and each other’s movements clearly. Claire was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t noticed his presence because she had been so focused on tricking Feng Yixuan. Now that she concentrated, she could sense his presence. This person was powerful. She had been too careless. If he was an enemy, she would have been in danger.

Clearly, he had laughed because he had seen Claire tricking Feng Yixuan.

Claire didn’t sense any killing intent, so it wasn’t an enemy. She turned around to leave. All she wanted right now was a bath and change of clothes. Her clothes were still soaked in blood and sticking to her body uncomfortably. After that, she would go home. The Temple of Light would never let her off for long.

Just when Claire was about to leave, the man called out, “Wait! Claire!”

Claire frowned and looked back to see the man hurry over, puzzled. She was certain she didn’t know him, so how did he know her name?

He arrived before her quickly. It was Carter!

Claire sized up the man. His handsome young face had a hint of boldness, his eyes with maturity that did not match his age. Claire somehow felt he seemed familiar.

“I don’t know you,” Claire said coldly.

“But I know you.” Carter smiled. Although she was covered in blood, with one glance, her distinct refined features and emerald eyes showed through. She was the dazzling girl from the memory crystal. He never would have thought he would run into her here or that she would be such an intriguing person. She tricked someone so easily.

Claire looked at the smiling man, strangely feeling his clothes looked very familiar, as if she had seen them before, but where?

“I saw you in a memory crystal when you were at Lagard’s martial arts tournament. You’re even stronger now.” Carter watched Claire intently. He really, really wished to have a duel with the girl, really wanted to know how strong she was now. Between the two of them, who was stronger? But he could not fight with her right now. The fresh bloodstains on her clothes meant she had just been through a vicious battle and still hadn’t recovered.

“Oh,” Claire said indifferently, understanding. But it didn’t matter. Claire turned around, walking away.

“Wait,” Carter suddenly appeared before her. “Miss Claire, could we have a duel? Of course, not until you’ve recovered.”

Oh, a battle freak. In other words, an idiot.

Claire didn’t respond, turning around.