"This is so touching, this is the treatment a chief disciple should have... But this speed, isn't it a bit too slow?"
Ye Rong sat in a cloud carriage, with four Qiu Longs pulling the carriage, clawing the clouds and spitting mist.
The cloud carriage was painted with vermilion lacquer and gold powder, with glazed green tiles, and inside was spacious enough to roll around without any issue, about the same size as a small room.
Although the levels of the four Qiu Longs were not high, their entire bodies were green without any mixed colors, giving off a high-status appearance.
There were more than a hundred Qingcheng Daoists around the cloud carriage, considering themselves chief lord's entourage. They followed his command and deployment on the mission this time.
It was estimated that they represented Qingcheng in collaboration with the Emei disciples. Naturally, they had to put on a grand show.
