Wei Tianyang didn't hesitate for a second. He left Spencer there and went straight back to his room.
He slipped into objective reality, opened the window, leaped into the air, and then flew up 900 meters at a steady pace, transforming into a giant with a flash of dark light.
In this form, flying distances were shortened, and he didn't need to worry about his clothes getting torn due to high-speed flight.
In less than fifteen minutes, he had flown to the northernmost end of Yin Country.
He still remembered the small cabin in the mountains, the retreat left to him by Zhao Ling. After shielding them from a nuclear blast, he and Fujiwara Makoto had lived there in seclusion for over half a year.
Now, he had returned.
He exited objective reality and reverted to his normal form, overlooking the snow-capped peaks from the sky.
Wei Tianyang recognized that incredibly difficult mountain path; he followed it with his gaze until he found the hidden villa nestled among the mountains.
