Chen Li stood on the rooftop, looking out for a long time, yet what he saw was still indistinct.
He glanced at the snow that was quickly piling up to his chest.
Hesitating for a moment, he reached into his sleeve and took out a Featherweight Talisman. With a grit of his teeth and a surge of spiritual power, the talisman in his hand swiftly ignited and burned away.
The next instant, he felt as light as a swallow, nearly floating off his feet.
Though he had never used a Featherweight Talisman before, he was well aware of its specific effects and showed little surprise. Besides, he was in no mood for astonishments at the moment.
With a light tap of his toes on the rooftop, his body drifted down like a falling leaf.
The soft new snow had not yet been compacted underfoot when he fiercely kicked off it, the force erupting like an explosion. Snow burst outward in all directions. Using this limited reactive force, his body 'floated' several meters away.
