The descent from Spirit Beast Peak was surprisingly quiet. Su Ming rode on the back of the white deer, keeping a loose grip on the leather rein. Although she looked like a delicate, mutated White Mountain Deer, her speed on foot was astonishing. Her hooves moved in a silent, rhythmic blur, gliding over the stone pathways with an effortless grace that bypassed the jolts of the mountain terrain.
'Even for a high-grade beast, her speed on the ground is too fast,' Su Ming thought, his analytical mind tracking her movements.
When they reached the open skyways bridging the peaks, the white deer did not hesitate. She stepped forward into the empty air. With each step, a dense wisp of pure white spirit cloud sprouted beneath her hooves, forming solid, floating footholds that carried her upward. She did not fly with wings or raw elemental propulsion; she simply ran across the sky, stepping from cloud to cloud in a serene, quiet glide.
