"Boom—Boom—"
Yan Moshan's right foot kept stepping on the air as he aimed to fly high into the sky.
His speed grew faster while the high-rise buildings, mountains, and rivers beneath him gradually became smaller and smaller.
Before long, he had already soared tens of thousands of meters into the air.
At this moment, the air also turned chilly, but Yan Moshan had wrapped an air barrier around his body, so Gong Shaojing didn't feel too cold.
Moreover, since she was hiding in Yan Moshan's embrace, she felt even less of the cold.
With the air barrier separating them, their voices were not drowned out by the wind.
However, Yan Moshan still felt that his speed wasn't fast enough and that space still seemed very far away.
Thus, Yan Moshan looked at Gong Shaojing in his arms and asked,
"Do you know how high space is? Why does it feel so far away?"