"Whoosh—"
A streak of green Escape Light cut across the horizon, its immense wind pressure bending the treetops below.
Three people sat within the Escape Light: Fairy Feng Ling, Feng Yu'er, and Yun Qingping.
At last, Feng Yu'er could not hold back any longer. "Martial Aunt, why didn't Junior Brother Feng Wei leave with us?"
Fairy Feng Ling did not know herself and casually replied, "Maybe he flies faster than we do!"
Feng Yu'er asked again, "Will he run into any danger on his own?"
Fairy Feng Ling smiled. "Feng Wei is as slippery as an eel. Even if the three of us run into danger, nothing will happen to him! Little Sister Yu'er, you should worry more about yourself!"
Feng Yu'er asked curiously, "Martial Aunt, just how powerful is Feng Wei?"
Fairy Feng Ling reached out and tapped her chin, tilting her head as she thought for a while. In the end, she shook her head. "It's hard to say. I feel like it's no longer a question of whether he's powerful or not..."
"How so?" Feng Yu'er asked.
Fairy Feng Ling said, "You think he merely has a good memory, but in the blink of an eye, he has learned a Formation; you think he is merely good at learning, but one day you suddenly discover that he has refined a top-grade Flying Sword out of some trash materials. Look, the Flying Sword below us is Feng Wei's handiwork; you think he merely cultivates very quickly, but one finger is enough for him to knock all of you down; you think he is merely invincible within his realm, but in the next breath, he kills a Golden Core cultivator while still in the Foundation Establishment Realm; you think he can fight opponents above his realm, yet you don't