After three full days of non-stop flight, the familiar scenery below indicated they were getting closer and closer to the Tiger Clan Tribe.
The novelty of continuously riding the airborne vehicle had long been replaced by the exhaustion of the long journey.
Bai Wanwan was nestled in Zhu Xiu's strong arms, having found the most comfortable position to lean against him. She spent most of the time in a drowsy sleep, feeling as though the constant jostling would rattle her bones apart.
She woke up again midway through the journey, rubbing her drowsy eyes. She managed to sit up a little straighter and peered down below.
The rolling mountain ranges took on a familiar shape. Her voice, hoarse from sleep, asked, "How much longer until we arrive?"
"We're close," Xin Feng, who had been keeping a watch on their surroundings, replied with a gentle smile and handed her a waterskin. "I estimate we'll be back at the tribe in about another day."
