Han Feng found a wingsuit that fit him.
He held it in his hands. It felt cool to the touch, a mix of metal and flexible composite fiber.
Just as he was about to put it on, the system's notification sound echoed unexpectedly in his mind.
[Detected new Flying Sword: Standard Glider Wing-7 Type]
[Grade: Mortal Artifact (Lower Grade)]
[Establish Spiritual Link?]
'Sure enough!'
A thought stirred in Han Feng's mind.
'Even though it's only the lowest-grade "Mortal Artifact," as long as the system recognizes it as a "sword," then everything will be easy.'
"Establish link."
The next second, a familiar warm current flowed in from his palm.
He felt as if his consciousness had merged with the wingsuit.
Every part of its structure, every inch of its skin, every single strut, became incredibly clear in his Perception.
It felt as if he had grown a new pair of wings.
He couldn't wait to try mobilizing his Qi Blood and piloting it with the Sword Control Technique.
