High altitude, over ten thousand meters above, Gang Wind surrounds, fiercely blowing.
Senior Luoo, holding Xiao Yi.
Without any visible movement, yet in an instant, they crossed millions of miles.
At such an astonishing speed, the resulting backforce, the Gang Wind's counterflow, was terribly frightening.
Yet this Gang Wind, it did not touch Xiao Yi at all.
Xiao Yi was even unaware, only calmly watching everything in his eyes rapidly retreat and sweep past.
This wind was avoiding Senior Luoo.
This space was thoroughly ignored by Senior Luoo.
Xiao Yi stared at the elderly face so close at hand, his heart trembled slightly.
This was the first time he was so close to this face.
This face was not unfamiliar, as he had seen it long ago.
When they first met at Black Cloud Academy, Senior Luoo seemed like a scholarly old man, but was all-knowing and profound, unfathomable.
