Yang Yan and Li Miaozhen looked at each other and said in unison,"Let's go take a look."
"Get on," the latter added.
Yang Yan gently jumped on the back of the sword and stood with his hands behind his back.
Although rank four martial artists could fly in the air, their speed, height, and endurance could not be compared to the sword control technique of the Taoist sect. If one had to describe it, it was probably the difference between a motorcycle and a high-speed rail.
If one was running on the ground and the other was flying in the sky, the two of them would be in a very different situation.
In that case, the Warriors would have to be even faster, provided that they were on a boundless plain without any mountains or rivers blocking their way.
After flying north for half an hour, li Miaozhen and Yang Yan saw Ji Zhigu. It wasn't difficult to find him because he was standing on the official road.
