"Big brother can fly now, Jiayan sister, look, big brother is flying..." Jiang Yiyi exclaimed in surprise.
Zhao Jiayan also looked up in surprise at Yang Yuan, who was walking down step by step through the void.
"You can too, I'll take you flying."
Yang Yuan smiled, moved with a thought, and pulled the two girls into the air, drawing them closer.
"Huh..."
"Ah!"
The two girls cried out in excitement and nervousness.
Soon, the two girls reached the same height as Yang Yuan.
"Yang Yuan, how did you do it?" Zhao Jiayan nervously wrapped one arm around Jiang Yiyi, and gripped Yang Yuan's arm tightly with the other hand.
In truth, at this height, with their physique, even if they fell, they wouldn't get hurt.
They might not even feel any pain.
But in mid-air, they both felt insecure and nervous.
This complete suspension felt entirely different from riding the Funeral Crow before.
At least riding the Funeral Crow had a carrier, something they could 'stand on solid ground' with.
