With the righteousness of Heaven and Earth, and the manipulation of the six atmospheric forces, one wandered boundlessly.
The strength of an Upper Third Rank Martial Artist was clearly revealed in front of Wang Anfeng, showing just a corner of its capacity.
The fierce wind brushed against his face, making it almost impossible for the youth to think. All he could see was the rapid retreat of mountains, rivers, and earth beneath him, whether it be towering rocks or surging waves, bustling towns merely flashed by as fleeting sceneries.
Velocity came to an abrupt halt, yet a tranquil force enveloped Wang Anfeng, preventing any discomfort. Only upon landing did his legs feel a bit weak and he staggered a few steps before steadying himself. Behind him came a soft snort from the Scholar, and turning back, he caught sight of the Scholar retracting his right hand, holding a bamboo in it.