"Hold on tight, child." Windsor grabbed Gu Ning's hand, pulled her up, and leaped onto Ah Mo's back with her.
Hearing a voice that was clearly female, Gu Ning looked at her face and asked, her voice trembling, "You… you are…"
Windsor took her stiff, frozen hand, wrapped it securely around one of Ah Mo's straps, then took off her own outer robe and wrapped it around Gu Ning. She gently patted her on the head and said, "Just hold on a little longer. I'll deal with this King Seed first."
They were flying high in the sky, the ghostly blue light chasing relentlessly beside them.
Gu Ning wasn't wearing a winter coat, and the high-altitude wind was so cold it nearly made her pass out. The warm robe she was now wearing brought some relief.
