Just as Hou Niao caught sight of this woman, a violent Gang wind collided with them high in the sky, like a knife slicing through the air. The woman struggled briefly, like a small boat in the vast ocean, before losing control and tumbling downward; such a fall could easily have cost her half her life.
He sighed, unwilling to intervene, yet unable to stand aside; he dashed downward, and upon approaching, he grabbed her waistband roughly and heaved her upward, returning to the altitude of six thousand Zhang. His Divine Sense swept over the area below, confirming that no one had noticed his presence. He then discerned the direction and flew towards the Yaoguang Mountain Range in the Northern Territory.
Within a single hour, he changed directions several times until he confirmed they had lost any pursuers, then he slightly reduced their altitude; even for him, sustaining flight at six thousand Zhang was challenging, let alone with such a burden.
