"Feng Qing'an, be careful!"
The girl, clutching her skirts, anxiously chased the flying boy in front, who was relying on the four flaming wings.
"Fly lower!"
"Don't worry, I'm gradually getting the hang of it. I won't fall again!"
Feng Qing'an, who was only practicing flying at about thirty feet off the ground, laughed heartily toward the girl behind him.
Though he had fell a couple of times, Nan Song was there to catch him. Even if she didn't catch him once or twice, with his now rugged physique, he didn't find any major issues with hitting the ground, all he had to do was get back up and fly again.
Compared to birds that are born with wings, his flying practice conditions were vastly superior. How many fledgling birds fall to the ground when learning to fly had to directly reincarnate afterward.
