"Hmm, all right. Getting this far on your first try is really impressive. Just focus on flying. I'll gather the clouds for you." Faced with the looks Calumon and Jin Nanjiang gave him, Zheng Fan simply couldn't refuse.
"Great!" Jin Nanjiang jumped up happily and high-fived Calumon in celebration.
Mortals generally understood immortals in terms of their vast supernatural powers, and imagined them making their entrances riding clouds and mist. That description wasn't entirely wrong, but while some cultivators fashioned their flying artifacts into the shape of clouds, they weren't all that common. Most cultivators who appeared riding clouds and mist were merely using the vapor to conceal their forms. It served little practical purpose.
Practically every cultivator knew something as simple as the Cloud-Gathering Technique, and Zheng Fan was no exception. Jin Nanjiang could see the Yongquan Acupoints on the soles of his feet seemingly turn into black holes, drawing all the moisture in the air into his body. By the time it streamed out of the Baihui Acupoint at the crown of his head, it had become a thick layer of mist. Clouds and mist were much the same thing: clouds from a distance, mist up close.
Now that the moment had arrived and Zheng Fan had even prepared the clouds, Jin Nanjiang grew nervous instead. "Brother Fan, I'm a little scared. What if it fails?"
"That's fine. It's your first time making a talisman. Failure is perfectly normal, so don't worry about it," Zheng Fan reassured her.
"It would be fine if I just couldn't fly. What worries me is that my talisman might be defective. What if I suddenly fall out of the sky while I'm flying? Wouldn't I fall to my death?" Jin Nanjiang said anxiously.
"Don't worry. I'll fly alongside you. If anything goes