Jiang Feng crouched as he moved through the sea.
He stepped on the Civil Servant Sword, pushing the waves aside; though his flying speed wasn't as quick as on the water's surface, it was still fast enough to shake off Wu Shoulian and the others in time.
He kept flying above the sea for an entire hour before bursting out from the seabed and soaring through the air over the water.
He glanced back.
The distance was so great that even Wu Shoulian's massive flying ship was nowhere in sight—maybe they hadn't come in this direction, or maybe they'd flown back toward the Blood Domain.
As for Wu Weiwei and their flying ship, they were even farther out of view; Jiang Feng couldn't worry about them anymore. He had told Zhao Bingsheng to retreat, but the man refused to listen, insisting on his pride—there was nothing Jiang Feng could do but run.
