Yang Dao suddenly thought about something and condensed biz azure wings behind his back. With one flap, he flew over to the sky. Looking down it seemed as if the whole land was set on fire. The boy liked this scene, to think that the fire that could burn anything to nothing can also make nothing look so good.
He flapped his wings and began to fly around. After an hour, he sensed the sword on his waist to be shivering. He smiled and took the blade out of its sheath and the blade suddenly flew out of his grip. Yang Dao did not know how to explain it but he did not have any fear like losing the blade. Quickly flapping his wings, the boy decided to keep up with the blade.
Soon, he picked up some sounds, it seemed like someone was fighting. Yang Dao looked in the direction and found the blade to be diving out of the sky and landing in front of a figure. The figure belonged to none other than Dao Yin.
