High above in the sky, white clouds floated as a broad flying carpet skimmed past, the sound of the wind echoing around.
On the flying carpet were five figures: the Great Elder of the Qi Family and four Qi family disciples, including Qi Chuan and Qi Chan'Er, who were on their way to cultivate at the Wind Moon Sect.
Qi Chuan sat cross-legged on the flying carpet, eyes closed, cultivating, with a look of travel fatigue on his face, as the wind continuously blew by. At the flying speed of the carpet, an ordinary mortal might have their face scratched up.
However, since Qi Chuan and the others were cultivators, possessing protective mana, they naturally were unharmed, though it wasn't exactly comfortable either.
Regarding this, Qi Chuan felt helpless but could only silently endure; one could say that although the flying carpet was far more comfortable than the iron flying sword he had used before, it also had its limitations.
