Li Ang felt a light breeze wrapping around his feet, making his body feel much lighter; the thick leather armor he wore no longer seemed so heavy.
"I'm not very good with talismans. This Featherweight Talisman was made by a friend of mine. It can last for three quarter-hours. Let's go."
Cheng Juxiu also applied a Featherweight Talisman to himself, took hold of his sword scabbard, and began to climb the cliffs on the west side.
Li Ang quickly followed, holding a torch in his left hand and tightly grasping the Nightmare Bell in his right, pressing his finger against the tiny metal hammer inside to avoid accidentally ringing it and freezing Cheng Juxiu beside him.
That would be really awkward.
