Zhao Jiuge pierced through the wind like a sword. He would occasionally let out cries while flying through the air. His robe fluttered in the wind, and at this moment, he had an otherworldly temperament.

Shortly after, the Blue Plum Sword that was circling the peak slowed down and began to shake left and right. Zhao Jiuge found that the spirit force he had recovered had been used up in a short period of time. No matter how fast the vortex in his dantian rotated, it wasn’t able to absorb enough spirit force to counteract the consumption. 

Zhao Jiuge suddenly panicked. He wanted to slow the flying sword down and descend. However, his spirit force could not keep up, so the sword swayed even more. Then Zhao Jiuge lost his balance and fell from the sky. He could hear the wind howl in his ears and he let out a cry.

He saw the grass rapidly get closer and his pupils shrank. When he was only a few meters from the ground, Zhao Jiuge felt something soft take hold of him, and a fragrance entered his new along with laughter in his ears.

Only after landing on the ground did he relax. He felt his whole body become powerful. This was from the lingering fear of almost crashing into the ground. He was simply out of...