The wind in Taoyuan remained cold and thin, continuously slapping against Zhang Rongfang's face as it rushed by.
He flapped his wings, diving downward rapidly, constantly piercing through layers of invisible obstructions.
Before long, he returned once more to the junction of the ninth layer leading to the forgotten realms.
Di Pa was still in the same spot, eating and drinking happily.
"You're back again? What is it? You seem to be in a hurry?"
Slowly, Zhang Rongfang decelerated, hovering not far in front of him, quietly gazing at the other.
"Who exactly are you? This isn't the Taoyuan of the Interactive Area I came from. Yet... I can still find you in the same spot.
You are in every ninth layer of different Taoyuans...
"Me in every one? How is that possible? What nonsense are you talking?" Di Pa was puzzled. "I haven't moved from here, I've been here for countless years."
