"Clatter."
A black carriage ran across the sky.
It was entirely black and had no patterns on it. The white-haired servant sitting on it was also old and seemed to be weak.
They didn't look like they were famous; they seemed to belong to a small sect or family instead.
A beast that was a few hundred meters long with a pavilion on its back flew past them, creating some strong wind. Someone on it snickered.
"Heh, they can't even afford a Black Nightmare. What kind of Young Master is that? He's a disgrace to the cultivation families."
A young cultivator sneered.
A beautiful female cultivator next to him said, "Oh, the Black Nightmare is the ancestor of the Black Flame Horses and a pure Golden Core Beast. It's said to be able to crush a mountain and dry a pond. Other than the royal families or disciples of the Heavenly Lord Families, who else can afford it?"
"Haha!" They both burst into laughter.
