Ji Nuan grinned coldly to herself, her heart gradually calming down. Regardless of what would happen afterwards, as long as Brother Xiu Yan was by her side, she could let go of her worries.
Under the high noon sun, Ji Nuan, seated on the back of the eagle, felt incredibly close to the sun. Sweat poured down her face, her lips were parched and peeling, and her skin was burning.
Feeling a bit restless, she asked loudly, "When are we finally going to get there? I'm being burnt to death."
The Shaman's Disciple, Ying Yan, squinted at the ill-tempered Ji Nuan without any impatience and answered in a pleasant voice, "Look down below, Shaman Ji Nuan. We have arrived."
Upon hearing this, Ji Nuan leaned over to look beneath. The flight of the orc was steady, without any turbulence, and the scenery below clearly entered her sight.
