"What's going on?!"
Wang Ba's figure appeared in the tea pavilion instantly.
His gaze pierced through the realm membrane, revealing the outside scenery.
He couldn't help but frown slightly.
Everything outside the realm remained normal, still dark and empty.
But his gaze suddenly focused.
From his vantage point, he could clearly see the feathers on Fanming, who was carrying Little Cang World, bizarrely curling upwards at this moment, straightened in the same direction, as if some invisible force was pulling them up.
Even though Fanming was vibrating his wings at high speed, not only did he not move forward, but his entire body involuntarily shifted to the side.
Wang Ba was no stranger to this situation, he exclaimed in surprise:
"Could this be... wind?"
He couldn't help but turn his head to Jiang Yi:
"How could there be wind here?"
Jiang Yi's eyes were equally filled with astonishment.
