Under the burning Sun, the temperature was warm, and the lighting was soft.
In the clear blue sky, there were two silhouettes. One in the front, another in the back. They raced across the sky in terrifying speed and left behind a white, cloudy trail.
The wind was blowing harshly and messed up Ling Xian’s black hair. Ling Xian’s expression was heavy, but his eyes were glistening with nine colored lights. Each stroke of light wrapped around him, signaling to the world that his Eyes of Execution were working very hard right now.
His snow-white wings covered up much of the sky. They flapped against the heavy wind and created a turmoil of forces. He was headed to the South.
Behind him was the Red Robed Elder. Every step he took carried him forward ten feet. He followed Ling Xian closely and did not dare to relax.