"Faster!"
Yan Huan activated the Cloud Chant Art he had just learned from Zihan and used it on him.
In an instant, he squeezed even more potential out of Zihan's body, sending his flying speed soaring!
A human body offered less resistance than a rock.
At that speed, Zihan's training clothes began to disintegrate in the terrifying airflow, exposing inch after inch of corded muscle.
"Hm?"
Sensing something strange beneath his feet, Yan Huan looked down into the wind.
Somehow, the guy had ended up stark naked.
"..."
Zihan held his body rigid and looked straight ahead.
"My lord, no, brother... We're almost in Jianmu's territory. Do you have—"
Bang!
Before he could finish, he slammed into a transparent barrier with Yan Huan still standing on him.
Yan Huan was fine. He barely felt it.
Zihan, on the other hand, took the full blow to the head. Dazed senseless, he dropped straight out of the sky.
"Shoddy workmanship." After that complaint, Yan Huan slowly descended too.
Jianmu looked like a gigantic maple tree, its canopy stretching for thousands of miles.
A city stood beneath it. Members of the Imbibitor Lunae Clan came and went, dressed in bright, fine clothes.
"Huh?" Yan Huan stared into the distance. Several Vidyadhara near the front were even wearing modern jackets.
"This isn't a wealth gap anymore. It's a gap between eras."
"How am I supposed to get in?"
His goal was to kill Blade, but an invisible wall surrounded the place. He clearly couldn't fly straight in.
Standing on the unconscious Zihan, Yan Huan circled Jianmu City and finally found a gate.
It was a strange gate. No one guarded it, and three recesses were set into its enormous double doors.
It looked as though something had to be placed in them.
Just