Dai Yunze had no idea how long he had been flying when the Noumenon Sect disciple he was carrying finally woke up slowly.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the boundless, turbulent sea below.
The next second, he started screaming incoherently. "Aaaah! Who are you? Why am I here? ￥%@#~"
As he spewed gibberish, he struggled violently. Then, with a tearing sound, the collar Dai Yunze was holding ripped apart.
The disciple fell toward the sea in a flood of tears and snot, his string of "Aaaahhh—" gradually fading into the distance.
Dai Yunze, who had tried several times to explain throughout the whole process: "..."
Watching the Noumenon Sect disciple bobbing around in the waves and blowing bubbles, Dai Yunze sighed softly. He flapped his wings and flew down, hovering over the sea as he watched the disciple drift with the current. "I was the one who pulled you out of the sea. I don't mean to attack you, so if you trust me, stop resisting and let me pull you up again, all right?"
The disciple rolled over in the water. "Glug glug glug—"
Dai Yunze could not help smiling. After moving closer, he reached out and fished him out of the water.
The disciple spat out a mouthful of seawater. "Thank you."
The blue dragon wing behind Dai Yunze lit up as freezing power spread outward, instantly condensing a sizable sheet of ice atop the sea. With somewhere to stand, he set the disciple down and retracted his wings, stepping onto the ice himself.
The disciple had never felt that having his feet on solid ground was such a wonderful thing. He collapsed onto the ice and panted heavily. Though the cold made him shudder, struggling in the sea had drained plenty of his strength.