This delaying tactic is indeed skillfully employed.
"True Master Profound Ice, True Master Hanyue, please!"
Zheng Mantang bowed and invited them respectfully.
Only then did Shen Xuan gently pat the celestial horse's neck.
The Silver-Horned Celestial Horse neighed, retracted its wings, and slowly descended onto the square in front of Jinlan Mountain.
...
"Is this the Spirit Vein of the main peak of Jinlan Mountain? The scenery is quite nice."
Shen Xuan and Qin Yuehan both rode the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse, slowly ascending to the summit of the main peak.
The mountain wind whistled, fluttering the Magic Robe.
Looking around, the mountains lay beneath their feet, surrounded by clouds, with abundant Spiritual Mechanism.
Shen Xuan nodded, casually commented, "When one stands at the summit, all other mountains seem small. Jinlan Mountain, with its talented people and abundant resources, truly is a treasure land."
