The three month deadline to their return was fast approaching.

Now that Wu Yu had surged forth to the second tier of Jindan, his Jindan was stronger and his Jindan essence more potent. His speed had increased proportionally, and Wu Yu took Nangong Wei on his Art of Sword Flight's sword energy.

Whoosh!

They flew above the clouds, covering a 500 kilometers in a day.

The feeling of the Art of Sword Flight was wonderful. When he had just begun cultivation, this feeling of free sailing through the clouds as one luxuriated in the sunlight and looked at the scenery below had been Wu Yu's dream.

And now, he had achieved it effortlessly.

Each time he flew on his sword and looked down upon the world, Wu Yu did not regret the intense journey that he had embarked on.

Behind him, perhaps dizzy with the speed, Nangong Wei could not find her footing. She reached out her small arms that held Wu Yu's waist, hugging him with her face pressed to his back.

Her small warmth pressed close to him in the sky.

Looking back, Nangong Wei's blushing face was tilted low, too shy to look at him.

He saw that she had matured along their...