Light Wings emerged from his back. They had already extended more than halfway, nearly forming a complete pair.
As the Light Wings vibrated, a Spirit Wind surged beneath his feet. Zhang Deming rode the wind, flying up toward the Mountain Peak Cloud Pool above the waterfall.
A moment later, Zhang Deming arrived at the pavilion behind the Cloud Pool's cluster of buildings, where they often met to discuss matters and chat.
Yue Mengsheng and the other two were already waiting inside.
Zhang Deming stepped forward and offered a salute. "Greetings, Senior Brothers."
The four of them were already very familiar with one another, and they all greeted him warmly upon his arrival.
"Junior Brother Zhang," Gan Zili replied, "I haven't had the chance to congratulate you on your strength recovering even further!"
