After Wang Lin finished the technique, he looked at Zhang Hu, moved his body, rose into the air quickly, then flew away. Zhang Hu took a deep breath, spit out a golden bead from his mouth, pedaled up and followed.
The two rainbows in the skies flew for a while and Zhang Hu was breathing a bit heavily. They landed on a nearby mountain peak and Wang Lin’s face was as normal as they slowly went down.
Zhang Hu calmed his breathing and found a place to sit. He took out two sweet potatoes out of his storage bag, gave one to Wang Lin and smiled, “I roasted this, see how it tastes.”
Wang Lin accepted the sweet potato, and at that instant, it was as if he returned back to 10 years ago when the two youths found each other in the Heng Yue Sect disciple room.