Master Wu.

"How…" Shen Yun asked as she looked up in the air. Li Jun floated a good four to five meters above her. It was like the sect masters had flown down from the mountain. It had only been one day. How could he learn to do something so incredible?

It took the use of every muscle in Li Jun's body to make sure he balanced upright and didn't fly with his feet toward the sky. The single flaming feather erupted out of the back of his robe, splitting it down the middle. It didn't rip beyond repair but it did expose his back.

Seeing her dumbfounded was worth the ripped clothing. He tried his best to ease the pulling force that dragged him to the sky. He floated down a little and then plummeted. He hit the floor, striking the grass with his tailbone. He winced as a sharp pain ran through his spine. It faded, and he quickly stood up to avoid embarrassment, but Shen Yun was too shocked to tease him.