This flight lasted only about half an hour. Afterward, Ling Chen saw a mountain range appear in his view. Amidst the ranges, he caught vague glimpses of buildings and numerous human figures.
Liu Feiyue seemed familiar with this place. She merely glanced down, then directed the Qingfeng Jue to slow down. They circled the mountaintop once before landing slowly.
They landed right on a square. Not long after the Qingfeng Jue touched down, the sound of rushing wind came from nearby. Soon, a dozen figures flashed over, their attire and emblems clearly marking them as members of the Cyan Robe Association.
When these dozen or so people saw Liu Feiyue, the caution on their faces vanished, replaced by respectful expressions.
"Fei Yue."
At the head of these dozen people was a woman with a dignified air. Though not strikingly beautiful, she possessed a gentle demeanor. Upon seeing Liu Feiyue, delight lit up her face, clearly showing their familiarity.
"Sister Xuan."
