"Hold it tight and hurry up."
Qing Siyu, on the verge of tears, picked up the wooden figure from the ground, glanced at Qingyang, and flew northward under Heyu's urging.
"Will sister be alright?" Qing Siyang asked softly.
"Probably," Qingyang replied uncertainly. Qing Siyu had the strength, but her personality... was unpredictable.