While minimizing wind resistance, utilize the shear force of high-altitude airflow to convert potential energy into lateral thrust.
Fang Cheng chose not to use True Qi to rush, but to glide with the wind.
The altitude gradually dropped to around a thousand meters.
The city's clamor started to pour into his eardrums along with the rising airflow.
Below, beside streets of the Old Chen District, many breakfast stands had already set up awnings, and the milky white steam rising from steaming baskets slowly dissipated in the morning light.
There were office workers running toward bus stops, and students yawning with backpacks, creating a noisy wave of human voices.
Fang Cheng, like a silent Ghost glider, swept across the city sky.
The sensation of flying at this altitude was extremely marvelous.
Not only could he survey the whole city, but there was also a sense of control transcending rules.
Looking down, the main roads below were caught in the mire of the morning rush.
