"The sky! We're in the sky!" the blonde girl cried in panic.
Just a moment ago, she had been crouching beneath the cash register at the shop manager's place. In the blink of an eye, she had appeared high in the air. Looking down, she saw houses no bigger than specks. The wind around them was strong and cold.
The shop manager really did have a superpower like teleportation!
Besides his monstrous body and formidable fighting strength, he could teleport, too. The shop manager had so many tricks up his sleeve.
More importantly, she saw him standing on empty air as though it were solid ground.
He wasn't floating. He was planting his feet firmly in midair.
What kind of superpower was that?
Was the shop manager a god?
The blonde girl suddenly shuddered again.
She had been so caught up in the teleportation and the sight of him standing on empty air that she had nearly forgotten her fear of heights.
She couldn't take it. One look at the nearly three-hundred-meter drop beneath her made her dizzy and nauseous, and her legs went weak.
"Shop manager, I don't think I can do this... I'm afraid of heights," the blonde girl stammered.
The imposing shop manager said gently, "When you're up in the air, don't say something as terrifying as 'afraid of heights.'"
The blonde girl: "???"
"Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. I'm a little afraid of heights too. We're two peas in a pod," the shop manager said with a straight face.
The blonde girl: "..."
The shop manager, who had seemed so mature and dependable, suddenly seemed a little less reliable.
"It's coming," Song Shuhang said softly.
Overhead, the pressure of the Heavenly Tribulation continued to gather.
"What's coming?" the blonde girl asked, bewildered.
Song Shuhang