Taking a deep breath, Xin Yun stood atop Yinglong's head, his hands tightly gripping Yinglong's twin horns, moving silently close to the ground toward Sword Dragon Valley. Meanwhile, at the valley entrance, Yi Luo Xiang stood atop the Flash Butterfly, intently observing the situation inside the valley, ready to cast Soul Control at any moment.
Gliding along the ground, Xin Yun moved forward. From above, he looked like a turquoise Spirit Snake, traveling close, no more than ten meters above the ground, yet moving at a remarkable speed.
Of course, Xin Yun could have flown higher, but doing so would very likely have attracted the attention of those bronze-tier Sword Dragons perched on the surrounding cliffs, and in that case, Xin Yun would have been surely dead.
