Three days had passed quickly since they had left the sect.
The three beasts had flown nonstop the entire time, crossing mountains, valleys, and rivers without rest.
Kyrian noticed that Mei Ran and Elder Han, the oldest elder, constantly used their Qi on the flying beasts.
In addition, sometimes Mei Ran would throw a pill into the beasts' mouths. Both actions, for obvious reasons, were ways to help the beasts continue the journey without needing to land and rest.
The cold, constant wind had become a familiar thing. After a few brief conversations, silence reigned among the three beasts. Each person was lost in their own thoughts.
Only the sound of wings flapping and the slicing of air remained as time went by.
When the sun finally began to rise on the fourth day, everyone opened their eyes almost at the same time.
On the horizon line, an intense blue light rose like a beacon, piercing the clouds and spreading across the sky.
