On the other side.
High above in the sky.
Wu Xiaode was flying.
He had just passed through a cloud, soaking wet, with clothes clinging to his body.
Although his body was controlled by a spirit, he still felt everything, and the cold wind made him want to sneeze uncontrollably.
This was definitely not comfortable.
But that was a minor issue, more importantly—
Wu Xiaode thought, "Senior, I can't fly, please be very careful, don't let me fall to my death."
"Don't worry, my sword will carry you in flight,"
replied the possessed spirit.
He looked down, squinting at the monster scurrying on the ground, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Once you master this sword technique, you can master all techniques. It will aid you in understanding swordsmanship, watch carefully!"
As he spoke, the monster sensed something, abruptly halted, and looked up at the sky.
In the jeep, Zhao Zhibing also looked up towards the mid-air.
"Little Wu..."
she exclaimed loudly.
