Qi Zai's figure was eye-catching and imposing as it soared, and surely many pairs of eyes on the ground were fixed upon it. Ning Xiaoxian lay supine on its back, her delicate body nestled within its broad and warm back feathers. During flight, bird demons rely on air currents to conserve energy, no different from ordinary birds, except that Qi Zai pitied her still-recovering body and held up Gang Qi to shield her from the high-altitude air currents.
Before her stretched a dazzlingly blue sky, seemingly rinsed clean with not a wisp of cloud in sight. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, while the rushing sound of the wind whistled past her ears.
