The storm raged fiercely, and the man and woman were about to give up.
"Go."
Ning Daoran handed the Wind Avoiding Talisman to a Class A Paperfolk. He was reluctant to risk his life in rescues; if someone must be saved, he wouldn't put himself in danger.
"Swoosh—"
The Class A Paperfolk, unswervingly loyal, dashed out in a flash, the Wind Avoiding Talisman in its hand shining like a beacon in the chill of the night, lighting a vast area and fending off countless invisible Xinjin Winds.
"Follow me, you two."
The Class A Paperfolk channeled a thread of mana, ushering the two on board onto The White Deer.
Both individuals were at the late-stage of Foundation Establishment.
The man, dressed in a black robe, was quite robust and handsome, while the woman, in a wet green dress, looked delicate but held a remarkably gentle beauty. However, her injuries were lighter compared to the man's, so she had been protecting him for quite some time.
