A Flying Sword burst forth from the Sky Blue Hall, soaring toward New Disciple Valley.
On the Flying Sword, Wei Yuan was clutching a large bundle in his arms, not daring to look up at Zhang Sheng. Zhang Sheng's face was expressionless, focused solely on driving the Flying Sword at a speed more than double that of their trip to the Sky Blue Hall.
In the blink of an eye, the Flying Sword was above the courtyard. Zhang Sheng didn't even bother to land; he simply picked up Wei Yuan and threw him down from dozens of feet in the air, then turned around and left. Transforming into a rainbow light, he vanished into the sky without lingering for even a moment.
Wei Yuan plummeted headfirst, bracing himself to endure the impact, preparing for a harsh fall. Unexpectedly, just before he hit the ground, a gentle force surged up around him, as if a pair of hands had caught him. Although he still fell to the ground with a thud, face up, he only felt pain and didn't injure his muscles or bones.
