"Brother Ye!"
Amid a loud shout, a gray figure had already blocked the path of Ye Weiming and Leng Yan, leaving Ye Weiming completely baffled.
After all, he, Leng Yan, and Ah Huang—the man, woman, and dog—were currently seated on the Two-Person Flying Chair, being pulled through the sky by Ah Hong.
They were at least a hundred meters above the ground!
What kind of qinggong could let someone leap a hundred meters into the air and block their path like that?
Ye Weiming took a closer look. It was Nie Feng...
Then there was nothing strange about it.
Nie Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his long robe and flowing hair whipping wildly in the fierce wind. Yet his expression remained solemn with a hint of serenity, as unruffled as the "Ice Heart Art" even if the sky collapsed, forming a striking contrast with his wind-tossed clothes and hair.
The visual impact of that contrast was extremely powerful. At that moment, Nie Feng seemed like a god of the wind, soaring through the air.
His body hung motionless in midair for a full 0.5 seconds without dropping!
His calm, unruffled gaze landed on Ye Weiming's face as Nie Feng said gravely, "Brother Ye, give me a hand."
Whoosh!
As soon as the words left his mouth, Nie Feng began to fall. His descent was slow at first, then increasingly fast...
So, his earlier leap to intercept them in midair had already been the peak result of unleashing all his potential.
As for those 0.5 seconds of hovering in the air, that was merely the inevitable pause after an object had been thrown upward, when its momentum ran out before it began to fall.
Yet Nie Feng had actually used that brief 0.5-second pause to put on a