On the second morning, Ye Chen had left early. This trip to the Phoenix Cry Mountain in the Sky Martial Region would require covering seven million miles of distance. Even with the flying puppet without rest, it would still take dozens of days. If it were before, it would be nothing for him; but now, even one extra day would mean more danger for Su Ruhui.
Over the clouds, a crane shaped flying puppet shot out into the distance. It would travel seven miles with each breath's worth of time, dragging a straight qi flow with its tail.
Sitting on the back of the flying puppet, Ye Chen did not have the mood nor time to enjoy the scenery as he focused solely on his training.
