Zhen Hong retrieved the plate and cluelessly pocketed it back.
The chariot fell back into silence, and they just continued flying through the sky.
Soon enough, the sun was the jewel in the sky, and it was noon.
Fortunately, a colossal and snowy mountain range flaunted its size below us.
"It's here, let's land on the outskirts, I'll try to remember the way," Zhen Hong informed them.
Alex nodded and slowed down the chariot.
The flying tool began a slow landing.
The mountains weren't a barren wasteland but instead had thick, autumnal forestry.
"I'll use my yin qi detection talisman," Zhen Hong took out a rectangular piece of paper.
Unlike the ones Ma Xuefeng used, the inscriptions on this one were more elaborate and complex.
However, it did not glow in the slightest.
The young man clicked his tongue, and lamented, "We need to delve further into the forest."
Delving further into the forest, they sure did.
