Canglong Stream lay to the north of Mo Zhu Mountain, traveling upriver and through dense forests, it was hundreds of miles away from the outer sect's main temple.
Therefore, the flying boat called forth by Lu Yu was considerably faster than Fuling's treasure ship, it almost felt like riding the wind at lightning speed. Along the way, one could see deep valleys and treacherous peaks, all emerging from within the mists and clouds, only to be left behind in the blink of an eye.
The scenery along this journey was just as described in ancient annals, with lively rapids and green pools reflecting their surroundings in reverse, strange cypress growing on precipitous cliffs, and hanging springs and waterfalls cascading amidst them, creating a landscape of serene majesty, teeming with interest.
