Swoosh—
In the night sky of the Capital, a cluster of nearly transparent starlight sliced through the icy air.
From the direction of the Zhao Residence, like a comet dragging its tail, it crossed over ancient buildings one after another, eventually plummeting to the top of a tall building far from the Ministry of Justice's prison.
Zhao Douan's feet lightly touched the roof tiles as he hung his head down, surprised to see a layer of "film" covering his body, connected to the Jin Jian in his left hand, which was also covered with the same film, and a faint moonlight spilled from his pupils.
"I find myself more and more envious of you magicians," Zhao Douan sincerely lamented.
"Envious of what?" the Jin Jian asked dumbly, tilting its head and pushing its half-transparent crystal glasses up its nose bridge.
"The ability to fly… Forget it, you flying creatures can't understand the pain of beings that walk on two feet."
