Han Li flung the translucent wings into the air and he spat out a cloud of azure mist before absorbing both into his stomach.

Following that, Han Li took out the damaged Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords and began to temper them and slowly restore their spirituality.

A year later, above a nameless mountain range in the wilderness, a faint azure light streaked across the sky.

The light contained an insipid youth with his arms held behind his back. He was Han Li who already departed from the hidden room several months before.

When he mended his flying sword entirely, he departed from the heart of the mountain and immediately took the sky.

Because he was alone, Han Li was extremely careful and thus spent half a year of flight in peace.

As for the nameless mountain range he was flying above, it appeared unordinary.

Regardless of their altitude, the trees appeared short as shrubbery. If he were to fly closer to the ground, he would also encounter a dense wave of moistur...