"Follow me!"
Tan Jingfan's voice was sharp and commanding, his tone suddenly formal.
Without further word, he summoned an aerial magical weapon—a sleek, glowing disc that hovered just above the ground.
Without hesitation, he hopped onto it, his figure quickly blending into the air.
Zhou Mei and the others stood momentarily stunned, exchanging blank looks before blankly following.
They hadn't expected this sudden display of authority, nor the speed at which the journey was about to begin.
As they soared through the air, they saw various silhouettes below, disciples busily going back and forth between different areas of the Outer Sect.
The scenery shifted as they ventured deeper into the sect's territory. They could make out sprawling caves and humble dwellings nestled against the rocky terrain.
