The old Daoist came to the edge of the cliff and threw out the paper figurine.
The paper figurine transformed into a white crane.
The white crane carried the Taoist priest and soared into the sky, breaking through the clouds.
The moonlight shone on the clouds, making it look incomparably beautiful.
Xia Ji looked at the old Daoist's technique and pondered for a moment before understanding the mystery behind it. His mantra had already reached the ninth level, and it could be said that one could master a hundred.
Therefore, he also took out a paper figurine from his bosom and spread it out in his palm. He muttered something and pointed his finger. The paper figurine turned into a paper eagle. He then gently blew on it, and the paper eagle immediately flapped its wings.
Xia Ji rode on the paper eagle and flew into the sky.
