The sense of weightlessness suddenly vanished.
"Thud!"
Fang Zheng flew out of the Light Gate and landed heavily on the ground, emitting a groan.
"Damn it!"
Feeling a dull ache from below, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth. He seriously began to suspect that he had some kind of grudge against teleportation. Ever since his rebirth in this world, every teleportation had ended with him in ridiculous situations: the first time, he was thrown into a horde of the living dead in the Dark World; the second time, he was teleported right in front of Magda, forcing him into an unplanned boss fight. Returning to the Main World, his first attempt at teleportation on the Path of the Stars separated him from his companions, and now this... It seemed he was inherently incompatible with teleportation!
"What rotten luck!"
