Seeing the shocked expression on Liu Yingying's face, Su Jie smiled slightly and led her to the balcony.
From this high vantage point, they could overlook the vast complex of buildings and the streams of traffic in Mande City.
Liu Yingying didn't yet understand Su Jie's intention and heard him suddenly chuckle: "Hold on tight."
The next second, Liu Yingying felt a sudden weightlessness, as if she were riding on a cloud. The intense feeling of losing gravity made her scream uncontrollably.
Su Jie transformed into a red stream of light, wrapping Liu Yingying, swiftly ascending into the blue sky at supersonic speed, unimaginable to those below.
By the time Liu Yingying realized it, she found herself over ten thousand meters above the ground.
The clouds appeared like giant wool blankets, fluffy and thick, resembling an endless sea of clouds rising and falling like waves, sometimes piled up like mountains, sometimes flat as a mirror.
"Ah, ah, ah, I'm going to fall!"
