This was the first time Chen Feiyu had seen Wu Runyue looking so frail and vulnerable. He pulled her slender waist tight against him and smiled, "With me here, nothing's going to happen to you."
"Mm!" Wu Runyue nodded heavily, then looked down. Below them was a vast, hazy expanse. Gale-force winds whipped against her face, sending her hair flying. Her eyes could barely stay open, and she could only vaguely make out a mountain range down below. Pale-faced, she asked in a trembling voice, "Falling from this high up, will we... will we die?"
"Of course not!" Chen Feiyu laughed boldly, lifting his head and slashing his sword upward. A streak of sword qi soared into the sky, neutralizing a portion of their downward momentum. High-spirited, he declared, "The sword light illuminates the empty sky, turning it azure; my fate is in my hands, not the heavens! What can a mere five-thousand-meter drop do to me?"
Chapter 848