The grey-robed man, guided by the Innate Realm, flew through the sky.
Suddenly, he sensed something and stopped.
"Why have we stopped here, Your Excellency? This is Jizhou, and Cang State is still ahead," the Innate Realm martial artist asked in confusion.
Over time, his fear of heights had lessened considerably, and he spoke more fluently.
"No need. I already know the place. You can go down," the grey-robed man said indifferently.
With that, he pushed the Innate Realm martial artist in his hand downwards.
"Ah! Spare me, Your Excellency!"
The Innate Realm martial artist was suddenly terrified, feeling the irresistible descent of his body, his fear reaching the extreme, flailing his arms and legs, screaming frantically.
Just when he thought he was going to be smashed to death, suddenly, a force descended upon him, neutralizing most of his downward momentum.
In the end, he merely fell and bruised his face, not ending up as a bloody pulp.
