The first successful flyer, Second Prince Zijing, deliberately flew back and forth before his eyes, dropping circles of rainbow with an expression of extreme arrogance, his eyes revealing a strong sense of pleasure and superiority.
This vengeful joy and the thrill of trampling others almost made him lose himself, indulging in the envious glances of others.
Lu Wenwu paid no attention to this, still trying his best.
Professor Flying gently said beside him, "Mr. Tyrannosaurus, don't rush. To control the Flying Broom, everything else is secondary, only your will itself is the most important."
"You must imagine yourself as a monarch, and the Flying Broom as your subjects. You have to command it as a monarch, but not too harshly, which might lead to bad results."
"Willpower? Maybe this will work..."
Lu Wenwu nodded slightly, slowly standing upright.
His sturdy arms gripped the middle of the Flying Broom, holding it vertically, aligning it with his line of sight.
