Although the laws here restricted their flying, that didn’t affect Long Chen’s power. Stabbing a dagger into the cliff, he fiercely pulled, sending him hundreds of meters into the air.

This was fast, but he had to be careful. The cliffside was bare and uneven, and the immortal mist blocked his sight.

If he went too fast, he might crash into a protrusion from the cliffside. He wasn’t worried for himself, but he’d be distressed if Meng Qi was injured.

Meng Qi was holding on tightly, smiling. Her soul was linked to Long Chen’s and she could feel what he was thinking.

Long Chen was oftentimes a fool, yet he was always gentle with her. Sometimes happiness was just that simple. Having a person to be concerned about and having a person constantly within one’s heart, even if it was in a dangerous situation, could make you feel blessed. That made her think of what Long Chen had said before: as long as she was present, even hell could feel like a wonderland...