Although the You Shui is called a river, in the eyes of ordinary people it is actually wider than the sea. Wave after wave stacks and crashes, the momentum surging to the heavens. Above the water thick dark clouds mass, containing unknowable dangers, and streaks of terrifying Hei Feng as solid as substance roll over from afar, seeming as if they would tear everything to shreds. Even with wings to ride the wind, flying in such an environment is extremely dangerous. Yet Fang Xing, with skill high and courage bold, spread his wings and darted about, nimble as a moth, shuttling between the low-hanging Hei Feng and dark clouds, coming through without so much as a hair harmed.
