Fairy ranges looming behind the clouds were zooming by underneath their soles; a few green summits peeked out to view. Fengjiu froze for a length of time. When she finally gained enough energy to control her trembling, she gazed up and confirmed she was still a silk kerchief. She numbly looked around to see why she was hearing so clearly the whistling of wind. It turned out she was tied to Donghua's sword hilt and worn at his waist. They were gliding together on wind and clouds.