It was a long and wide street, yet not even a single soul could be seen. A breeze blew by the street, sweeping up a few leaves that just fell from the tree branches, hovering alongside Wu Qi as he strode forward. Nie Baihong was walking in midair, three feet above the ground. Wherever he walked by, one footstep after another was branded onto the surface of the street, with a clear outline and seeming lifelike. One could even see the fine lines on the toes of these footsteps.