Held by the neck, Zuo Xiaoduo flailed and struggled in midair. He wanted to resist and wanted to beg for mercy, but the gale rushing into his face forced every word straight back into his belly.
Zuo Xiaoduo wisely shut his mouth and closed his eyes, but his hair had long since escaped his control and shot skyward in a tangled mess. The flesh of both cheeks kept quivering backward in the wind...
If Zuo Xiaoduo's current state had to be described in three words, they would probably be-fit to burst.
His hands waved wildly and his feet kicked in every direction, like a turtle caught by its shell, as Qin Fangyang carried him on a wild flight of three hundred li!
Thud.
The instant they reached a hill outside the city, Zuo Xiaoduo was tossed down. He had barely stood up before he collapsed again, dizzy and muddleheaded, muttering, "I must have committed some sin in my last life... to meet a teacher like this in this life. Oh, Heaven..."
"Hmm?"
Qin Fangyang snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting, and what are you complaining about now? A Martial Master who doesn't even know how to adjust his breathing at high altitude, reduced to this by the wind, and you still have the nerve to complain!"
"No matter the circumstances, your breathing rhythm must never fall into disorder! If you can't breathe externally, can't you switch to internal breathing? A martial cultivator must remember that mortal danger is always at his side. Only then can you ensure you're ready to adapt at any moment and face any new situation. Just look at you, blaming Heaven and earth, good for nothing!"
Looking sickly, Zuo Xiaoduo obediently lowered his head and accepted the lecture.
He really had forgotten just now. He truly