A month later, in a small mountain hollow.
The setting sun cast the ground in a blaze of golden yellow.
A shadow swiftly streaked across this golden canvas.
In the sky, Chen Mu sat cross-legged on a flying kite, his hands gripping the connecting rods that linked to the wings.
Leaning slightly to the right, the flying kite immediately traced a graceful arc, as natural as a hawk or falcon changing direction.
After circling above the small hollow for over ten minutes, feeling a sense of emptiness emerge from between his eyebrows, Chen Mu adjusted the angle of the flying kite, making it glide downward slowly until it hovered a meter above the ground.
"Done," Chen Mu chuckled, looking at the brand-new entries on the gray wall.
Manipulation: 1236/10000/First Rank;
He had been practicing flying every afternoon for the past few days.
The time he was supposed to be practicing the Void Cloak Technique, he had temporarily set aside.
After all, this was real flying.
