Strength? What strength?
Yun Wei was still wondering when, in the next moment, his body suddenly felt light and he was lifted more than ten meters into the air by Isaac. Isaac was flying through the air, and fiery battle qi was constantly surging from the bottom of his feet, like an engine propelling him upward.
"Isaac!" Yun Wei exclaimed, startled, and instinctively hugged the other's waist tightly.
"Hold on tighter," the other person chuckled again, their voice clear and clean, reminding him of aftershave in the summer. Although Yun Wei was told to hold on tighter, he felt the arm pressing against his lower back tighten.
Amidst the gasps of the crowd below, Isaac, holding Yun Wei, slowly tilted back. When their bodies were parallel to the ground, enveloped in fiery red battle aura, they shot out like flaming arrows.
The scenery on both sides was rushing past rapidly, moving at a speed comparable to the flight spells of a wind mage, leaving everyone speechless.
Yun Wei had never experienced anything so thrilling before. In his previous life, the most he had ever done was ride a pirate ship in a park. At this moment, the wind was whistling past his ears, and even with the protective aura shield, Yun Wei could only squint with difficulty.
Isaac beneath him was tilting his head back, trying to find his way. When Yun Wei looked up, he could only see the prominent Adam's apple on the other man's chin. This mark of male masculinity was located on his long neck, like a full little hill.
"Isaac, what were you thinking... There are clearly other more suitable positions!" Yun Wei was a little out of breath. He looked away, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.
“Yeah, that’s right. But I think this might be cooler.” Isaac admitted readily without turning around, “You seem a bit too tense, so I wanted to help you relax.”
Yun Wei pursed his lips, and then he suddenly realized that the other party was just a young man in his early twenties.
He analyzed rationally, "But you can't keep this up for long, can you?" He couldn't imagine that Isaac would keep running all the way to Moonflower City like this, and they might even run into Nicholas and his group.
Amidst his chaotic thoughts, he couldn't help but recall a math olympiad problem he'd done in elementary school: the "Isaac" and the "Nicholas" were sailing in the same direction...
"Hey!" Isaac's voice interrupted Yun Wei's wandering thoughts. Yun Wei looked up and met those smoky gray eyes again. The other person's gaze was sharp, with a hint of dark danger. "I say, do you have some misunderstanding about your boyfriend's stamina?"
"Huh?" Yun Wei was at a loss for words. His eyes were filled with panic, and he dared not meet Isaac's gaze.
"I've won the Balasam race seven times in a row," the other person said.
The Balasun race was a long-distance race held during the Second Dynasty, starting from Moonflower City and ending in Balasun City on the eastern side of the continent. It was not only a contest of physical strength but also a test of willpower. Yun Wei had seen this information in the library.
"Ah... I see. As expected of you." Yun Wei stammered, his cheeks burning. What had he been thinking...?
"You should say, no wonder he's your boyfriend." Isaac said with some dissatisfaction, his large hand unable to resist pinching the slender side of his master's waist.
A tingling, itchy sensation ran down Yun Wei's waist, causing him to shudder instantly. He reflexively arched his back, embedding his knees between the other's legs, but only tightening his grip on the servant beneath him.
"Ah, don't touch there!" Yun Wei quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, Isaac, my most beloved boyfriend!"
Gazing at his master, whose eyes shimmered with light, Isaac fell silent. He patted his palm reassuringly, then turned to look ahead, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
His clouds are really sensitive.
...
Of course, Isaac did not take Yun Wei directly to Moonflower City.
That would be too stupid.
It's neither cool enough nor fast enough.
He led Yunwei to a flat plain, to a sudden hill.
"Phew, this is it. Hopefully, the teleportation array left behind back then is still there," he said.
After setting Yun Wei down, Isaac took out another brand-new greatsword from his ring. He plunged the tip of the sword into the ground and guided the battle qi within his body to pour out through the sloping edge of the blade, sweeping away the loose soil on the surface of the hill in front of him.
Gradually, the disguised soil was peeled away by precisely controlled battle qi, revealing a platform with an ancient and simple design.
The platform was surrounded by many profound patterns engraved with mithril. Yun Wei glanced at them briefly and felt that they were quite similar to the magic patterns on the teleportation scroll.
Isaac skillfully placed three B-grade monster cores into the recesses at each of the four corners of the platform, then turned around and grasped Yun Wei's hand. "Hold on tight, Yun, we'll teleport to the academy now."
Yun Wei obediently followed behind the follower and stood on the solid platform. "This is the teleportation array?"
“That’s right, back then…” Isaac paused, his expression somewhat complicated, and continued, “Back then, when Dilis and I wanted to skip class, we would use this teleportation array to run outside the city.”
Dilis? So Isaac and the Lord of Glory were actually old friends.
"You two were so close before." Yun Wei knew his tone was terrible; he felt a mixture of envy and jealousy.
Jealousy arose without reason, a bitter, lingering ache rising in his heart. He couldn't control the venomous snakes spewing acid from his soul; he envied the Lord of Light, whom he had never met, for he was by Isaac's side, perhaps for much longer.
Jealous that the other person had seen the spirited Isaac, jealous that the other person had seen the naive and mischievous Isaac.
But beyond that lingering bitterness, there was even more heartache for Isaac.
In the prime of his life, betrayed by a friend he once trusted, he was brutally sealed away in a dark and hopeless coffin...
Isaac didn't answer; he simply gripped Yun Wei's hand tighter.
The magic patterns were gradually filled in, the teleportation array was fully activated, a flash of white light, and the two disappeared from the spot.
The surrounding loose soil was drawn back by the residual magic at the platform, restoring the place to a bare hill, as if no one had ever been there.
...
"Oh, Lord of Light, please bless me! What were you thinking back then..." At this moment, Yun Wei was somewhat at a loss for words.
He was hanging in mid-air, with the ground more than twenty meters below him, his robes billowing in the air, making him look like an upside-down bat. His hand was firmly held by Isaac, who was clinging to the edge of the huge clock face of the academy's clock tower.
Isaac was a little embarrassed. He used the momentum to pull his master into his arms, and his bright red battle aura burst out, allowing him to nimbly hover in mid-air. Then the two of them gently landed on the ground.
He reluctantly let go of Yun Wei, turned his head away, and stammered, "At the time, I thought it would be really cool if we suddenly jumped onto the hourly clock face while being chased by all the teachers..."
Yun Wei listened expressionlessly, then changed the subject, "So, you also hold Dilis's hand?"
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