The sky outside the Cultivation Techniques Hall was dark, as if the wind was coming.
Dong Xi's spiritual Qi had almost recovered. She immediately took out the turtle and inserted her spiritual Qi, stepping on it.
However, when she was halfway there, the sky turned darker and a storm came.
The spiritual Qi in Dong Xi's body could only support the tortoise's flight, but she could not protect herself.
The strong wind whistled, and it was about to blow down. Dong Xi gave up struggling and wrapped herself up with the remaining spiritual Qi. She closed her eyes, hoping that it would not be particularly painful when she fell.
The expected pain did not appear. Instead, he felt very soft, even the storm was blocked.
Dong Xi was puzzled. She opened her eyes and saw a flash of pure white.
This is a feather?