After class, Wei Yuan returned to the small courtyard and saw Zhang Sheng.
After paying respects, Zhang Sheng inquired about a few schoolwork matters and then smiled, "Today, our great ancestor specially came out of seclusion to meet you. You have indeed made us at the Sky Blue Hall very proud. The ancestor is very pleased. Let's see what treasures you can obtain from him later!"
With those words from Zhang Sheng, Wei Yuan was also filled with anticipation. Thus, he washed up, tidied up his appearance, and Zhang Sheng released a flying sword. The flying sword instantly grew from the size of a palm to about twenty feet in length. Zhang Sheng and Wei Yuan stepped onto the flying sword and soared into the sky.
It was Wei Yuan's first time flying on a sword, filled with both excitement and fear. Watching the courtyard and the valley below swiftly shrink, Wei Yuan felt his legs grow weak and powerless, feeling as if he could plummet down at any moment.