The Flying Shuttle proceeded slowly, and as Chen Li and his companions held their breath in suspense, it flew farther and farther away.
Fortunately, the frightened Bai Niao, having been shocked by the self-explosion of the ancestor, had become a "bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring," still circling in the sky and screeching constantly, with no spare attention to pay to those cultivators who were fleeing.
After about ten minutes, when the Flying Shuttle had crossed over a mountain peak.
Chen Li looked down to survey the terrain and quickly brought the Flying Shuttle down to land.
"Husband, why have we stopped moving?" Zhang Shuniang couldn't help but ask.
"It's still not safe now, we'll wait until nightfall to move again," Chen Li said.
This Flying Shuttle was too slow.
