Zhao Xiaowan fell from the Cloud Top, singing opera to the rhythm of xipi erliu high in the sky:
"The Nine Heavens Tribulation splits the spine, twenty years of breathing and consuming dawn light, three hundred years of tempering bones sleeping on ice and frost. Who would have thought twin wings would sprout from my spine and burst through flesh? Grow already!"
Zhao Xiaowan was frantic. She needed a pair of wings and was currently forcing them to grow with a shapeshifting technique through melody and rhythm.
But she could not think of any opera verse involving wings, so she could only make one up on the spot. The lyrics she improvised were not very good.
The wings did not grow.
She fell faster and faster. Zhao Xiaowan also knew a levitation technique, but at this height, it was useless.
She continued singing, "The wingtip sweeps away the Big Dipper Astral Energy, the wingtips stir the Milky Way Waves. Watch as the frost and wind of ninety thousand miles condense into wings—
Even Thunder God and Lightning Mother cannot catch up! This, this... what am I supposed to do?"
The wings still refused to emerge. Amid her panic, Hong Ying rushed over and caught Zhao Xiaowan, slowly decelerating in midair until they landed safely.
After landing, Zhao Xiaowan smiled at Hong Ying. "Yingying, you worked hard."
Hong Ying smiled. "It was nothing. When I used A Farewell of Ten Thousand Miles, I felt something was wrong, so I immediately pulled back my strength. Neither of us flew too far.
After falling from the clouds, I quickly found my bearings. Then I used Auspiciousness and Avoiding Calamity to search everywhere for you, and I really found you. Don't you think my luck is pretty good?"
Zhao Xiaowan smiled. "That is not