Lin Feng's tone was casual, almost indifferent. The wind around them shifted slightly. And in the next instant, the space where they stood distorted, and both figures vanished from the spot without a trace.
For high-level cultivators like them, traversing the skies was second nature. There was no need for cumbersome flying boats or spirit vessels.
Their bodies alone were enough to defy gravity, their spiritual essence carving open paths through the heavens as easily as a blade slicing through water.
Lin Feng stepped into the air first. The space beneath his feet seemed to solidify, supporting him effortlessly as he rose.
There was no surge of power, no dramatic display and just a quiet, natural ascent, as if the sky itself welcomed his presence. Qin Ran followed closely behind.
She, too, moved with ease. As a cultivator in the Spirit Severing Realm, flight was trivial to her.
