The wind pressed low, and Zheng Yiming felt as though he were flying just above the ground beside the woman. They swept through Pingzhou's streets and alleys and over walls and rooftops, his center of gravity rising and falling. It almost felt like a dream.
At last, after passing through an alley, the wind carried them to the outskirts of Pingzhou City, then swiftly out over the Zhuoyang River. Looking along its banks, he could still see a scattering of boats with lights burning aboard.
Before Zheng Yiming could take a closer look, they had already crossed the river and sped away.
Only then did Yu Xinmei begin taking Zheng Yiming higher and higher. Only then did he truly experience the sensation of flight-soaring straight upward, riding the wind through empty space, looking down upon mountains and rivers!
For a mortal, once the initial heart-pounding thrill had subsided, flying through the heavens was wonderfully freeing.
The evening breeze was gentle, the dark clouds gradually parted, and the bright moon and stars grew clearer overhead.
Standing in the wind, Zheng Yiming looked down at the earth beneath his feet and gazed into the distance. Indeed, though the state was riddled with wounds, its beautiful mountains and rivers remained. If Heaven and Earth could be remade, every field tilled could still yield a harvest.
He looked back toward the receding Pingzhou City. It seemed to draw away very slowly, yet he could feel the distance growing with every passing moment.
Yu Xinmei secretly watched Zheng Yiming from beside him. Her benefactor seemed to react differently from ordinary people taking to the sky. Although she had never taken any other mortals flying, she simply had that feeling. Surely anyone else would have been shouting with excitement.
Perhaps it was because he had experienced