igin:A sky higher than the sea of clouds, with a howling wind like blades.A ragged, yellow-faced old monk was flying swiftly. He had no armor or protection, yet the wind gusts that met him dissipated...was to achieve.“The efficiency of the Beiyuan's crime-solving impressed Yang Ce.” Yang Jing had always been a clear-headed person, perhaps only momentarily 'confused' after Gongsun Yu's death.He shou...