Riding the Huang Feng, the three of them flew westward, quickly leaving the mountainous Xumi Vein and arriving on flat ground.
Once they reached the flat ground, Song Yin let the wind fall and reconnected with the earth.
Zhang Fei Xuan, stepping on solid ground, felt much more at ease because the Huang Feng had flown higher and higher, and he was afraid of falling off. Now that he had landed, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
As for Wang Qizheng, he was sprawled on the ground, retching.
They were not like Song Yin, who stood steady on the Huang Feng, but were tossed about within it, no wonder they felt dizzy.
Only when their bodies had adapted to the stability did Zhang Fei Xuan bow and say, "Senior brother, why stop here?"
"We have already left the Xumi Vein, naturally, we should come down to appreciate the rivers and mountains properly. Junior brother, is this the Southern Plains Kingdom?"
