Gale flew away far as a quiet breeze kissed his cheeks and moved on caressing his body. He flew at the top of the speed his current ability let him, and it was still rather fast, touching almost the hundred KMPH mark.
However, there was a demerit of going at such a high speed as well. It cost more Qi than Gale could recover in time to go on for a longer period of time. At this rate, within about five minutes, he would be out of Qi to fly.
What's even more worrying was that Gale didn't seem to be aware of or care about that fact. He flew intensely, uncaring about anything, the high-graded alcohol dulling his mind as a semblance of peace spread throughout his body.
For the moment, everything was peaceful. No past memories or nightmares to haunt him, no annoying individual for him to bother. He was at peace after so long.
Then Gale fell.
