"Everyone, our journey to the Southern Mang Mountains is long. I have a magical artifact for travel that will help us conserve some Magical Power."
Senior Sister Yang smiled faintly and took a small, exquisite paper kite from her storage bag, blowing a breath of air onto it.
The paper kite immediately grew in the wind, expanding to the size of a house and floating lightly in the air. The Spirit Patterns on its surface flickered, and a gentle breeze seemed to drift from it.
The five boarded the paper kite. Senior Sister Yang performed a Spell, and the kite smoothly glided into the air. It picked up speed, gradually accelerating to a pace comparable to the Flying Escape of a Late-stage Sensing Cultivator.
As they chatted idly along the way, Fang Cheng learned that many Outer Disciples were currently forming teams to venture into the Southern Mang Mountains to hunt Demon Beasts and search for things like Spiritual Medicine and Profound Iron.
