Gong Yinping still seemed to be longing for more even after Chen Feng had brought her down from the sky in his arms; she had never expected that the legendary qinggong actually existed. She had always thought that qinggong was just something people made up.
Back when Gong Yinping was in Hong Kong, she had seen some shows that claimed to display qinggong, like walking on eggs, lightbulbs, or balloons, but those were just acrobatics, using some mechanical techniques and having nothing to do with qinggong. Only now had she truly witnessed and experienced what real qinggong was like.
After Chen Feng had built a campfire, the two huddled around it, eating portable food they had brought. For some reason, Chen Feng felt more comfortable and at ease in this place than in the city. It had been a long time since he had spent a night in the wilderness, and he actually enjoyed this way of living, using the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed.
