Confessing to Zhu Zhuqing
The setting sun slanted westward, and a vast expanse of orange-red sunset clouds burned across the horizon, gilding the rolling mountain ridges with a layer of warm gold.
Two figures streaked across the sky, one after the other, darting swiftly toward the direction of the small town on the outer periphery of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Being at the Soul Ancestor realm after all, the act of flying—which consumed such quantities of Soul Power—was still something Lin Chen could not yet execute with the effortless ease of Mo Yuan.
At first he could barely manage to keep pace by Mo Yuan's side, the two separated by a mere few fathoms. Yet after flying for a stretch, he felt the Soul Power within his body grow somewhat strained, his breathing gradually turning hurried as fine beads of sweat seeped from his temples.
Not daring to push himself too hard, he sought out an uninhabited mountain ridge to land, crossed his legs to regulate his breath, and circulated his cultivation technique, recovering his Soul Power for a full spell before springing up once more to continue the journey.
Mo Yuan did not urge him on, merely slowing his pace and waiting ahead.
Repeating this cycle several times, Lin Chen gradually began to grasp the nuances of that newly acquired Soul Power within his body.
The power bestowed upon him by the Soul Bone was still slowly fusing with his flesh; with every single circulation cycle, that power grew one fraction more attuned to him.
He faintly felt that once he thoroughly fused with that power, flying in the future would no longer be such taxing work.
Flying ahead, Mo Yuan occasionally glanced back at him. Seeing that his breath regulation was nearly finished, Mo Yuan accelerated once