How could one describe the scene that met Chen Xiaobei's eyes? In a word: slow.
It was exceptionally slow, like looking at a photograph. The speed of Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens was meant to be incredibly fast, but in Chen Xiaobei's eyes, Murong Xiaoyi's body—including the seven afterimages—had slowed to a near-complete standstill.
"What's going on?" Chen Xiaobei was utterly stunned.
Immediately after, he felt his left eye suddenly emit an orange light. The stationary afterimages seemed to shatter under some invisible force and, with a SWOOSH, darted into his mind. At the same time, the method for using Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens was imprinted on his mind like a brand.
"Fuck! No way. Did I just steal Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens just like that?" Chen Xiaobei could hardly believe it.
