Ethan watched as the people who had followed him into the sanctum crushed their jade stones, summoning swirling currents of wind to slow their descent. The sight brought back memories of his first visit. Back then, he had entered the place completely unprepared, knowing nothing about its dangers or even how to land safely. If he hadn't possessed the Swift Flight Form, he would have smashed into the ground and broken every bone in his body.
Things were different now. With his Divine-rank strength, he could move freely through the air without relying on any external aid, and the sheer drop beneath his feet was no longer a threat.
The person closest to him happened to be a disciple from Hurricane City. The moment the man noticed Ethan flying through the air, his pupils contracted. He immediately squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip, silently praying that Ethan wouldn't notice him.
