Wang Mengmeng moved like the wind, tearing along at a blistering fifty kilometers per hour. The flatbed cart behind her screeched and clattered as though it might shake apart at any second.
Ahead of her, Si Ren sat cross-legged atop a paper crane, leisurely leading the way and turning back from time to time to urge her on.
"Faster! You're a malicious ghost, you know. At this rate, when are we ever going to get there?"
Chapter 931