A Falling Out Between Master and Disciple

The fierce wind roared, and Shi Feiyu felt like the world was spinning. He desperately tried to stop, but there was nothing he could do. The raging wind carried him high into the sky, several dozen meters above Flowing Cloud Peak, before it whisked him away into the distance.

Just a halfway-made talisman had erupted with such power. Now he was far from the top of Flowing Cloud Peak. As he cast a hasty look downward, his lips twitched uncontrollably.

Shi Feiyu, having left the peak, found himself steadily moving away from the ground. If the wind were to suddenly stop, he would fall from a height of over a thousand meters. Falling from such a height with his current cultivation would undoubtedly lead to his demise. Realizing that waiting for his doom was not an option, he quickly removed his blue robe.