Chu Yi's current situation was not that great; he wasn't as comfortable as Little Fatty had imagined.
At this moment, his heart was in his throat; any accident causing him to fall from the sky would surely turn him into a meat patty.
Immortal Fire seemed to possess a sense of Spiritual Communication, understanding his intent as its speed gradually slowed down.
Chu Yi quickly steadied himself, feeling much more comfortable, and took a glance downwards from mid-air.
At this point, all he could see were clusters of clouds. He had never imagined that one day he'd be able to fly so high.
Chu Yi almost started whistling.
When in high spirits, Chu Yi liked to whistle to express his joy.
He gently patted the Immortal Fire beneath him, mentally giving it a thumbs up.
"Darling, you really are a great thing."
Immortal Fire appeared to understand Chu Yi's words, flaring up rapidly once more.
It soared at increased speed, like a streak of Golden Light, darting into the sky.
