When everyone began to make their move to cross the lake, Zhang Deming and Li Shifan exchanged a glance. Li Shifan spoke up, "Senior Brother Zhang, you go on ahead. My Sword Control Skill probably can't get me all the way across."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Deming smiled and said, "Perfect. Let's go together. I'm afraid my Feather Fall Technique won't let me glide that far."
Seeing Zhang Deming's serious expression, Li Shifan hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright then," he said. "Should you go first, or should I?"
Zhang Deming's expression flickered. An emerald vine appeared and wrapped around both their waists. "I'll go first," he said. "You just act as my support."
Li Shifan nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Zhang Deming looked at Li Shifan and said, "Jump with all your might. Once you're in the air, make yourself as light as possible."
Li Shifan nodded again. The two crouched low, then shot upwards and forwards, soaring into the sky.
