'Zhang Wu?'
'Who's that?'
Feng Mingyou lowered his head. His mind raced, but he didn't ask. He simply replied respectfully, "I have taken your words to heart, senior."
Zhang Deming nodded. "Alright then. I'm busy here, so I won't keep you with idle chatter. You may go."
With that, Zhang Deming waved his hand and shoved Feng Mingyou back through.
The portal collapsed into a speck of light, which then flew back into the boundless clouds and vanished.
Just as Zhang Deming came to and opened his eyes, Feng Mingyou opened his eyes as well.
The moment he opened his eyes, he began to dry heave again.
"Er... the Alliance is great and all, but their transportation method is a real pain in the ass," Zhang Deming commented, watching Feng Mingyou retch.
It wasn't as severe for Feng Mingyou this time, perhaps because he was in his physical body, or perhaps because he no longer needed to stall for time.
Seeing him recover, Zhang Deming asked, "Did you see Elder Huang?"
