Hoo—
On the way to the lakeside, at a speed of Mach three, one kilometer per second.
Zhang Feng used spiritual energy to cover his body, not only providing enough power but also using principles such as dynamics to reduce drag and infinitely weaken the generation of sonic booms.
Otherwise, if he flew directly without reducing resistance, although he could also reach a speed of seven hundred meters per second, there would be continuous sonic booms wherever he passed.
Zhang Feng had thoughts about this.
Do the Golden Core cultivators in this world experience sonic booms when they fly?
Of course, assuming they reach the speed of sound.
A mere twenty seconds.
He arrived at a lakeside twenty kilometers away.
From a kilometer high above, Zhang Feng looked down and saw the body of the little carp sunbathing on a rock in the lake, without the illusion of a girl.
But as Zhang Feng descended, appearing in the little carp's vision.
