How high have I flown? Ten thousand meters? Probably getting there.
Xiao Jie glanced up at the boundless sky above him. Given the altitude, the blue had turned to a deep dark blue, almost like night.
Indeed, it's still impossible to be truly free, Xiao Jie thought wistfully.
After one last look at the dark blue sky, Xiao Jie dived towards the ground.
The shrieking wind swept past his ears. Descending was so much easier than climbing.
Xiao Jie shot towards the ground like an arrow leaving the bow. When he was a few hundred meters from the ground, he suddenly spread his wings wide, and the air buoyed him up. Riding the wind, he glided down slowly.
Ah, this is great!
Looking at the bustling activity on the ground beneath him, the feeling of looking down on all beings was incredibly comforting, devoid of the bone-chilling cold of the high skies.
Yet still, he maintained a high altitude.
He discerned familiar landmarks on the ground.
