The tall buildings are like cement trees closely connected one after another.

From time to time, there is light coming from between three or two floors.

The road outlined by street lights separates the dark areas one after another.

The figures of cars passing by are like moving particles of light.

Yi Xia had the urge to shout loudly.

He slowly opened his arms among the clouds, letting the night wind blow through his armpits.

They came roaring, but they did not bring impact or madness.

Instead, it lingered invisibly into some kind of force, intertwined around Yi Xia.

They blessed Yi Xia's flight, making him light and agile.

Because there is wind to help, he will not fall to death...
Chapter completed!