Zhao Xing whirled around hundreds of times with his wheelchair before stopping, feeling dizzy as if he were drunk.
His antics quickly drew glances from the crowd.
"Hey, who's this guy flying so uniquely?"
"Could it be the Minister of Agriculture Zhao, who wrote the Earth Transformation of the Chronicles?"
"Academy City Holy Land, such behavior, what a disgrace!"
"Get lost, where did this old scholar come from, who cares how our Minister of Agriculture Zhao flies?"
"Old master, you'd better leave. The person surrounded is the Minister of Agriculture from the Ancient Hill. Badmouthing the Saint Heir might get you beaten."
"..."
In the center of the clouds, Zhao Xing was dazed for a while before he came to his senses.
"Junior Master Zhao, are you okay?"
"Minister of Agriculture Zhao, do you need a doctor? I'll call someone right away."
Soon, several Ministers of Agriculture wearing Ancient Hill attire came over to greet him.
