The specific, flight-assessment distance of a man who had been dropped, by ruin displacement, significantly far from where he had originally been going.
He noted this.
He noted: several stops between here and there.
He had his wives.
He had his previous routes.
He had the specific, practical logic of a man with multiple obligations in multiple locations who was going to sequence them correctly.
He began to fly.
The flat, present, no-ceremony, point-toward-destination flight of a Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator who had somewhere to go and was going there.
The wind.
The specific, clean, present, high-altitude wind of early morning flight — the flat, cold-but-not-cold, ambient-qi-carrying morning wind of a cultivation world's upper air.
He moved through it with the specific, efficient, no-surplus flight of someone who had been doing this for three thousand years.
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