"STOP!!!" A yell from the back of the carriage made the man pull his hand back as the whip brushed against my face, the wind from the force with which it was thrown blowing my hair back.
I couldn't help being amused. From this far out, he had been capable of sending that thing flying towards me at blistering speeds; he must be quite strong to have been able to do that.
Crashhhh!!!
The carriage came to a grinding halt before us as it raised a cloud of dust from its violent stop.
"You there," a voice, haughty, entitled, arrogant to the bone, "fair maiden." Of course. Like throwing me into a fucking cultivation world wasn't enough, I just had to encounter the most brain dead trope of all.
"Would you mind accompanying this young master on his voyage into the city?" The man's words were addressed to the only female in our group.
Our eyes turned to Nyssara as I could see the gears working behind the eyes of the others.
