A day later, when the first spirit stone was completely used up, Feng Yan put the windskiff away, and the three of them stood atop a mountain peak under the evening sky, watching the sun slowly set over the horizon. Soon, darkness blanketed the lands.
At the foot of the mountain, the dense jungle echoed with the roars of animals and wild beasts. The air was very humid.
"After we get past this jungle, we can rest," Feng Yan said coolly. "What do you two think?" He looked at Du Lingfei and Bai Xiaochun.
"It's dark," Bai Xiaochun pointed out. "That jungle might have some dangerous wild beasts in it; why don't we just fly over it with the windskiff?"
"Take a break on your own, if you want," Du Lingfei said with a cold snort. "It's just some trees." Not concealing her disdain for Bai Xiaochun's fear of death, she flashed into motion, heading directly toward the jungle.
