Chapter 789: Running So Fast

He can use the train incident as an excuse.

Walther is indeed in Luofu, and Star is too; they say they received an urgent message and need to rendezvous immediately.

At least this excuse sounds plausible on the surface.

There are two left.

Dan Heng fears that if he keeps listening, he'll hear even more world‑shattering things from Sai Fei Er's mouth.

Jing Yuan and Yan Qing are already heavily wounded, Fu Xuan and Qingque are follow‑up attacks; if she keeps talking, who will be next? Su Shang? Bai Lu?

When the last demon‑shadow body fell, Dan Heng holstered his spear with one hand, and the spear tip struck the ground with a crisp clang.

Dan Heng's breathing remains steady, but his temples throb rapidly; the physical toll of the battle is negligible, yet the mental drain is nearly exhausted.

Dan Heng glanced back at the way he came.

Sai Fei Er leans against the pier railing, waves at him from a distance, her cat ears twitch twice in the wind, and she smiles, showing her tiger teeth.

From thirty paces away, that smile is especially radiant, radiant enough to make Dan Heng shiver.

He must leave.

Dan Heng quickly drafts a plan in his mind: first return to rendezvous with Sai Fei Er and Huo Huo, confirm that the rescued person is unharmed, then casually bring up "Mr. Walther just sent a message," and then—how did he receive Walther's message just now?

He never touched his phone throughout the demon‑shadow bodies' battle.

Try another: "During the fight I noticed something odd near the Star Chariot dock," but that won't work—Sai Fei Er would surely say, "I'll go check with you."

Then change it again—

He mentally weighs three or four versions of the excuse one by one, and the more he ponders, the more he feels like a student trying to skip class, while Sai Fei Er is the cheerful dean waiting at the school gate to catch him.

Sai Fei Er leans on the railing, arms crossed on the rust‑spotted iron pipe, her gray tail swaying lazily behind her.

Her gaze, spanning thirty paces, lands on Dan Heng's silhouette; his spear‑holstering motion is crisp and decisive, seven or eight demon‑shadow bodies lie at his feet, and he doesn't even glance back at her.

Sai Fei Er's mouth corners lift upward.

You ran really fast.

In that instant, Dan Heng's figure seemed to spring out from in front of her; his cloud‑strike tapped the ground with a tap, and he vaulted several zhang away.

That speed, under normal circumstances, would be to seize the initiative, but Sai Fei Er sees clearly that he isn't charging forward—he's fleeing.

"Hehehe."

Sai Fei Er forces a low laugh from her throat, and her cat ears twitch joyfully twice.

She watches Dan Heng weave left and right among the demon‑shadow bodies, his spear technique sharp and flowing like clouds, yet that silhouette, to her, always reads as a pitiful "please, stop talking."

So interesting.

The reincarnated Bright Dragon Lord doesn't even blink when facing a Abundance Offspring, yet her few words make him want to crawl into a crack in the ground.

She decides to add some extra seasoning for him after Dan Heng returns.

What should the next topic be?

The ambiguity between Bai Lu and Jing Liu?

Or the profound bond that transcends the line between person and object, between the old craftsman of the Construction Office and the furnace he's dealt with his whole life?

Sai Fei Er lists the items in her mind, her tail tip drawing circles in the air, faster and faster.

Then she thinks of Huo Huo beside her.

Sai Fei Er turns her head, her gaze landing on the fox‑people girl leaning against the opposite side of the railing.

Huo Huo keeps her head down, hands clasped on her knees, appearing as quietly obedient as before.

But she notices one thing: Huo Huo's breathing rhythm has changed.

While telling the story earlier, Huo Huo's breath was rapid, matching the physiological response of a frightened Apprentice Judge.

Now her breathing is so slow it's almost still, like a cat sunbathing on a wall, appearing lazy while every hair senses the slightest breeze.

Sai Fei Er's cat ears swivel forward.

Interesting.

She doesn't expose it.

She simply rests her chin on her arm, continues lounging against the railing, tail swaying behind her.

Meanwhile, Huo Huo—also known as Huan Long—is squinting slightly from an angle Sai Fei Er can't see.

Her gaze starts at the agile cat ears atop Sai Fei Er's head, follows the silver‑gray hair down, glides over the waistline outlined by the bodysuit, rests on the golden long boots encasing the calves, and finally returns to the sapphire‑blue eyes.

This cat's storytelling is indeed entertaining.

The tale she spins is nine parts false to one part true, yet the false‑true blend is handled with extreme precision; the Jing Yuan and Yan Qing segment is pure fabrication, but the Fu Xuan and Qingque relationship does have a hint of truth. At least based on my observations while lurking in Luofu, the Grand Diviner's attention to a certain idle Diviner far exceeds a normal superior's concern for a subordinate.

Sai Fei Er turns one part truth into ten parts false, and makes ten parts false sound like one part truth; this technique isn't mere nonsense—it requires an exceptionally strong grip on information.

Worth noting.

But what concerns Huo Huo even more is another matter.

She just saw Sai Fei Er act with her own eyes.

In that instant, from the moment Sai Fei Er flicked a coin to the moment the attack trajectories of all demon‑shadow bodies were rewritten as she caught the coin and returned it to its place, the whole sequence was completed in a disconcertingly brief time.

Huo Huo's dynamic vision ranks among the best of the Extinction Great Lord's kind, yet even she only caught a few vague after‑images.

Too fast.

That speed exceeds the realm of "agile skill" and enters a domain that must be taken seriously.

When did Luofu produce someone like this?

Huo Huo's fingers gently rub inside her sleeve, nails scraping her palm.

She begins mentally scanning the known Luofu elite list: Jing Liu has already defected, Jing Yuan is asleep, Dan Heng is strong but his background has been uncovered.

Where did this cat emerge from? What principle underlies her ability?

Through the slit beneath her bangs, Huo Huo re‑examines Sai Fei Er.

This girl is leaning against the railing, the cat Tail swaying leisurely, looking lazy and harmless.

But Huo Huo noticed that her weight always rested on one foot, the heel of the other foot merely hovering above the ground; the trick of this stance is that once she needs to move, the hovering foot can switch to a power foot within 0.1 seconds, and the whole body springs out like a spring.

This is not a relaxed posture.

It looks lazy, but in fact every muscle is ready to explode at any moment.

Huo Huo's eyes dimmed for an instant.

"What is little sister Huo thinking?" Sai Fei Er tilted their head, smiling harmlessly.

"N‑nothing."

Huo Huo quickly lowered their head, voice returning to that shy trembling, "I'm worried whether Mr. Dan Heng might be in danger."