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Clouds soared and mists swirled, the atmosphere extended like a magnificent rainbow.
This was the first time Felton had soared through the sky; the scenery below was grand and moving, yet he had not a bit of desire to admire it. Not only because of the vicious and ruthless person behind him with unknown intentions; more importantly, his whole body was shivering, simply unable to bear such coldness.
His attire was sparse to begin with, adequate for warmth at home by the fireplace, but now he had been whisked away, flying high in the unprotected sky, feeling as if his blood was gradually freezing.
The cold was not the most terrifying thing; the thin air at high altitude rushed into Felton's nostrils non-stop during the high-speed flight.
Causing his complexion to turn from pale white to purplish cyan gradually.
