Li Banfeng followed Meng De onto the bridge. The suspension bridge swayed three times with every step, mist billowed up from below, and the bottom was nowhere in sight.
After two steps, Li Banfeng moved his ankles from time to time, always ready to use the Wind Riding Cloud Driving Skill; even if he fell, he could still fly back up.
No good—his legs couldn't muster any strength; seemed he wasn't going to be flying.
Meng De reminded him, "Master, only Dream Cultivators can exert their full strength in dreams. Cultivators of the other Taoist Sects are all subject to some limitations. When you meet Ye Haolong in a bit, you mustn't go hard on him. In his own dream realm, you might not be able to beat him."
Halfway across the suspension bridge, Li Banfeng vaguely heard shouts of killing and the clashing of weapons, coming from within Ye Haolong's dream.
