At the break of dawn, Yulong Lake was still engulfed in a veil of mist.
The water surface was expansive and silent, like a massive bronze mirror covered with the dust of ti.
Wisps of vapor rose up, swirling around, obscuring the distant mountain outlines like a mirage.
Dewdrops ford on the branches of the weeping willows by the shore, slowly sliding down their slender leaves.
With a soft "plop," they fell into the muddy puddle at the edge of the water, splattering a few droplets of sludge.
Close to the lakeside was a stretch of undulating forested mountains.
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
The forest echoed with the clear cries of birds.
A few early-rising sparrows were hopping on the branches, shaking off the remaining dew on their wings.
The next second, these sparrows suddenly flapped their wings, anxiously soaring into the sky.
Following this, a rustling sound like wind passing through ca from the mountains.
A large flock of birds darted out from the treetops, making chaotic calls as they bolted towards the sky.
The previously tranquil green waves of the forest were suddenly shattered at a glance.
A whole grove of towering nan bamboo shook violently.
It wasn’t an erratic wobble caused by the mountain wind, but a series of rhythmic undulations from top to bottom, from far to near.
Slender bamboo tips bent in the sa direction, producing a slight "creak."
Swoosh————
The thin mist was split apart by a strong gust of wind, and a slender figure suddenly broke through the morning haze, bursting to the top of the bamboo sea.
The person wore a dark blue sports outfit, with a well-proportioned figure and long limbs.
Without using any ropes or tools, he astonishingly appeared dozens of ters above the ground atop the grove.
His toe precisely touched the thin tip of a bamboo branch, only two fingers wide.
With the weight of his body, the green bamboo instantly bent into a full bow.
He sank into his waist, his knees slightly bent, transferring the downward montum entirely to the bamboo trunk.
Just as the trunk bent to its extre, about to recoil.
He lightly tapped the tip of the bamboo, utilizing its flexible strength, launching himself like an arrow leaving the string, angled forward.
In mid-air, the figure’s posture was extrely fluid, his arms spread wide like wings.
Like a great bird soaring into the sky, flying over the bamboo sea.
The loose sports suit was filled with the incoming airflow, flapping loudly in the wind.
The figure traced an elegant arc in the sky, gracefully descending towards another green bamboo branch several ters ahead.
His toe barely made a sound when touching the leaves.
With just a slight ankle twist and abdominal contraction, he once again absorbed the montum, causing the newly landed bamboo to bend down, gently swaying.
In the rise and fall, the movent was smooth and flowing.
The figure quickly navigated through the sea of green waves, with each leap and jump showing ease and Xiao Shuai.
The vast bamboo forest beneath his feet seed like a soft green carpet.
This breathtakingly elegant posture was like a hidden master leisurely strolling in the bamboo sea, displaying unparalleled Qinggong.
At the end of the bamboo forest was the expansive Yulong Lake.
No more leverage points lay ahead, only tens of ters of altitude and a vast expanse of misty water.
That blue figure had already burst out of the bamboo sea’s edge, his speed undeterred.
His last footstep bent a stem of nan bamboo, utilizing the bamboo’s near asunder Bounce.
With a "swish," like a bird spreading its wings, he soared straight into the air above the broad lake surface.
The strong thrust flung him high, instantly rising to nearly a hundred ters in the air.
The view suddenly opened up, with the mountain winds rushing from all directions, blowing his clothes loudly.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded.
Instead of plumting into the lake, he opened his arms against the chilly morning breeze, leaning forward.
Just like that, in the empty sky, truly beginning to fly.
The airflow carried his body, he keenly caught the direction of the wind, continually adjusting his arm span and back curvature.
A crosswind blew, naturally tilting his body slightly to the left, smoothly shedding lateral resistance, then exerting force from his waist, leveling the body, flying forward again.
The altitude slowly decreased during the glide.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
He flew in mid-air for several minutes, crossing a long distance.
The vast lake beneath not only mirrored the moving clouds above but also clearly reflected his blue silhouette sweeping by.
Eventually, his body gradually approached the water surface.
Morning mist parted, rolling to both sides.
As the gliding montum gradually weakened, his body continued to descend.
Seemingly on the verge of completely losing lift, about to tumble into the lake.
Just as his shoe sole was about to touch the water, he slightly bent his right leg, dipped his left foot downwards, and lightly tapped the lake’s smooth mirror-like surface.
"Splash——"
The tranquil lake was instantly sliced open, a narrow water ripple rapidly spreading from where he stood.
Using the faint reactive force from this touch, his body once again lifted lightly.
A few egrets foraging in the shallows were startled by the water sound, and flapped into the air.
Seeing this, he did not continue flying forward.
Instead, he twisted his waist, gracefully altering his glide course close above the water’s surface.
His body spiraled upwards with the airflow, directly joining the flock of white birds.
In this mont, the boundary between man and bird seed to be smoothed over by the morning breeze.
He spread his arms, adjusting his glide speed, so naturally blending into the formation, freely navigating the flock.
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