"Little Junior Brother, come over here."
Su Ling'er said to Wang Xiedi.
Wang Xiedi scurried over eagerly, but before he could even speak, Su Ling'er grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and hooked his collar onto the pommel of her flying sword.
"S-Senior Sister?!"
Wang Xiedi looked completely stunned.
"Senior Sister is taking you to the Knowledge Hall to get registered."
The next instant, the Wooden Sword hummed and shot up from the ground!
"AHHHHH—!"
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Wang Xiedi let out a bloodcurdling scream.
The fierce wind rushed into his mouth and nose.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his legs flailing in the air. He gripped his collar tightly, terrified that he would fall from this immense height and be splattered into paste.
After a good while, the fall he had anticipated never came.
He felt himself hanging securely. Aside from the howling wind and his collar digging in a bit, it seemed... surprisingly safe?
