With a bang, the white parachute opened. Lin Tian only felt his falling body jolt, finally no longer accelerating downward. A dozen seconds later, Lin Tian saw another canopy blossom open not far away—that was Xu Feibai's parachute.
The two of them were immortal zombies, but right now they were obediently using parachutes; neither of them wanted to experience what it felt like to slam headfirst into the ground from several thousand meters up.
Lin Tian adjusted his direction, descending while drifting toward the distant ancient town, and Xu Feibai followed not far behind him.
As the parachute swayed, the full view of the ancient town gradually came into sight. Lin Tian poured his focus into his eyes and clearly saw the town. The streets inside the town crisscrossed in all directions, but they weren't chaotic; the houses and roads were arranged according to some kind of orientation.
