The radiant seven-colored trail was not stationary but constantly changed along Spark's flight path: when it turned sharply, it resembled a swirling nebula; as it ascended, it felt like a waterfall hanging from the sky.
The sound of wind filled Chen Yuan's ears, yet it wasn't a bone-chilling cold current—the heat waves radiating from Spark's body made the air warm, and even at high altitudes, he didn't feel the slightest bit cold.
However, battered by fierce winds that made it almost impossible to open his eyes, Chen Yuan thought to himself, "Next time, I must wear goggles!"
Initially, he worried that while flying up in midair, the strong airflow would sweep him away. But it seemed Spark's body shielded him from most of the airflow, and its broad back allowed him to lie down comfortably without fear of being blown away by the gale.
Yet the slight gusts that sneaked in made him unable to open his eyes.
