As the handkerchief's glow reached a certain limit, with a "poof," waves of white clouds gushed out from the white handkerchief, swirling around it without dispersing.
In a few breaths, a white cloud the size of a house emerged, gently bobbing up and down in mid-air, like a piece of wood floating in water.
Shen Luo was amazed by these rapid changes.
With a casual wave of his hand from the Daoist Luo, the white cloud immediately flew down and hovered in front of the two.
"Let's go." He stepped on it and stood firmly.
Looking at the hazy cloud, Shen Luo gritted his teeth and also leaped onto it.
The cloud appeared to be filled with fog, but when stepped on, it had a force that lifted a person up, giving the feeling of standing on solid ground.
The white cloud carried the weight of both individuals without even a hint of a sway.
Shen Luo relieved his breath, reached out to touch the cloud, and it felt like a cool patch of cotton, something he could not grasp with his hand.
