"Elder Shen..." Chen Cheng let out a laugh.
"Let's go!" Shen Zhaoyi waved, then shot off into the distant sky.
Chen Cheng shook his head. Not bothering to spare the crowd another glance, he bounded after him in a few leaps.
"Ah Cheng, keep going!"
Shen Zhaoyi came to a halt on the roof of a house.
Chen Cheng paused, momentarily stunned. He watched as Shen Zhaoyi raised a hand and pointed. A bone-chilling aura instantly condensed, forming a bridge of ice.
With a flash of realization, Chen Cheng darted forward. He fully unleashed his Frost Snow Condensation Realm, and a thick white mist instantly enveloped the area!
Shen Zhaoyi roared with laughter. With a series of gestures, he caused one white ice bridge after another to appear before Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng stepped onto the bridge, and Shen Zhaoyi followed close behind.
The old man and the young man crossed the ice bridge, their figures receding into the distance.
