Zeng Anmin found a moment to glance at Bai Ziqing.
At this moment, Bai Ziqing's face wasn't flushed, nor was he panting. Zeng Anmin even heard him murmur with perfect composure: "With sword in hand, I laugh aloud, leaving home to roam the world! My ambition swallows... swallows... uh..."
He thought, "Bro, did you forget your lines??"
Just as this thought surfaced in Zeng Anmin's mind, a sudden sensation of falling washed over him. The feeling of weightlessness made him reflexively squeeze his eyes shut.
He thought, "Slow down, bro. Not only do I get motion sickness, but I'm also afraid of heights..."
"THUMP."
The sound of feet touching the ground. In just a single breath's time, the two had already arrived outside the city walls. A steady landing!
Zeng Anmin stepped on the ground, feeling a profound sense of unreality as he tried hard to suppress the discomfort welling up inside him. "Ziqing, your skills are truly impressive."
