It wasn't long before Qingyi found himself in a flying boat with Zhu Rongyan. The space was small, certainly too cramped for the two of them.
"Why do you need a disciple? Wouldn't it be easier to just fly straight there?" Qingyi asked.
That journey in a flying boat would take about two weeks, but Rongyan herself at her top speed would probably make the journey in less than a week, counting all the necessary rest stops.
In the end, the flying ship's strongest point was that it could fly for months without stopping to rest, unlike cultivators.
"Bureaucracy," Rongyan replied.
"Basically a bunch of treaties on participation in studies between the city guard and the sect. From time to time we need to include a disciple in some missions to honor these treaties."
"I see." Qingyi said.
The earth was also full of such things too. As a former office worker, he knew this all too well.
Most of the time, it just ended up delaying already slow processes even more.
