"Huff, huff, huff—"
Yan Moshan's ascent was incredibly swift; in the blink of an eye, he had already soared more than ten meters into the air.
The surrounding audience could only see a blur of a shadow, completely unable to discern the true figures of Yan Moshan and Lengyue.
Listening to the fierce wind in her ears, Lengyue couldn't help but stretch out her arms to hug Yan Moshan's neck, burying her head in his embrace.
Yan Moshan saw Lengyue's obedient expression, smiled faintly, and thought to himself,
"This little beauty really shouldn't be an assassin; she's so much cuter this way!"
Then, Yan Moshan's right foot fiercely stomped down on thin air once again.
"Boom—"
A sound like air bursting resonated as Yan Moshan shot upwards again.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
After repeatedly stamping in the air five or six times within a few seconds, Yan Moshan finally reached the very top of the spectator seats, landing not far from Long Yan.