Xuefeng soared through the sky, reveling in each passing minute as his newfound wings responded with increasing finesse. Moments ago, he could only dream about such freedom. Now, he performed loops and barrel rolls while laughing to the skies. In a world like his old one, the laws of gravity would make it impossible, but here—where the very air responded to his will—flying was more than a childhood fantasy. It was an exhilarating reality.
"Xuefeng, wait up!" a bright voice called from behind.
He halted, hovering gently, and swiveled to see Yiren gliding closer. A pang of guilt tingled through him; in his excitement, he'd forgotten that he wasn't alone. The breeze carried hints of pine and crisp morning air, swirling around them in a whimsical dance.
"How does it feel?" Yiren asked, a breathless note in her voice. "Now that you see the world from way up here?"
