Because it was raining, the glider was having an increasingly difficult time flying through the air. Zhang Tie could clearly feel its speed slowing, and it was becoming harder and harder to find rising thermal currents to make the glider climb again. He could only control the glider, borrowing the crosswind and using the lift provided by its main wing to offset as much as possible the effects of the raindrops and descending cold air.
For a glider, unless Zhang Tie flew it completely out of this region, if he insisted on lingering here in such weather, then even Zhang Tie, piloting a gliding craft with no power of its own, could not do anything that defied the basic laws of physics.
In fact, the fact that Zhang Tie could still keep his glider aloft over the entire Mist Moon Forest for more than seven hours in such weather was already a miracle in itself. Many other glider pilots would not even be able to take off in this weather, and even those who could would not stay in the air for long. Yet Zhang Tie had flown his Wind Whisperer through the skies for almost an entire day.
The unavoidable price of those seven-odd hours was that his glider's altitude had dropped all the way from over fifteen thousand meters to around a thousand meters, and climbing back up was becoming increasingly difficult.
The rain in the sky was not heavy, but the layer of mist blanketing Mist Moon Forest below had grown even denser. Tilting his head as he looked at the fog beneath his glider, Zhang Tie felt as if he were flying above a sea of clouds in the stratosphere. He could not see anything at all.
To keep the rain from getting in, Zhang Tie