Salem leaped down neatly.
Even while working hard, Demon Sword could not help leaning forward. The hand holding the metal wire stretched out futilely. "Did he consider gravitational acceleration at all?"
"He can use Feather Fall!" Perfect Baldhead said irritably. "Surely he would not just—"
Bang!
Perfect Baldhead awkwardly swallowed the rest of his words and muttered in an incredulous tone, "When he was ambushed, he died so decisively that I thought... he had deliberately been careless.
Wasn't Feather Fall just a matter of holding a feather and chanting 'Flying Feather' to float down?
And it barely consumed any mana.
How could he forget to use it?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Demon Sword glanced at Xue Yunfeng, whose figure was slowly reappearing. "Old Dog always manages to give me a new understanding of how hopelessly clumsy someone can be."
Xue Yunfeng swayed as he materialized, looking utterly innocent. "What are you talking about?
The first time was obviously a test!
And when I fell, I conveniently crushed a Swordsman standing against the pillar!
Turns out they still have quite a few people standing down there. We need to be a little more careful when we make our move."
"You expect me to believe that?" Perfect Baldhead stared at him. "Old Dog, you...
Forget it. It is all the same old nonsense anyway.
As long as you are all right."
Xue Yunfeng froze for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "It's fine, it's fine.
My reactions are just a little slow. I am basically no different from a normal person now.
I just need more practice.
Haven't you noticed that my reaction speed has been a little strange these past two years?
It's because I've been doing rehabilitation training."
Perfect Baldhead tilted his head slightly... then, as though