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The snow kept falling harder, and outside the flying boat the world was a blinding blanket of white.
Yet, Ji Feixue insisted on not flying above the clouds, and kept the flying boat hovering just ten meters above the ground, its bottom skimming the tips of the bamboo.
Clumps of bamboo swayed in the wind, creating waves that, viewed from above, resembled a surging ocean.
The speed of the flying boat slowed, and Ji Feixue seemed to get lost in memories as she gazed at the bamboo forest.
The Three Phases Monk clasped and then opened his hands impatiently as he looked in the direction of Long Moon Mansion. He almost suggested to speed up but was silenced by a single glance from Ji Feixue, not daring to speak.
He looked at Su He resentfully. Su He shrank back into his turtle shell, powerless to intervene. Although Su Huanian was frosty, at least he could be persuaded and would listen to him.
But with Ji Feixue, it was absolutely impossible.
