The Wuyun Sect was nestled in the Wumeng Mountain Range.
In the early morning, standing on the Flying Sword, one could see an endless expanse of mountains even from above the clouds.
The peaks rose and fell in magnificent, overlapping layers, a majestic sight that stretched between heaven and earth and filled the Heart Spirit with awe. Mist coiled around the mountainsides, draping the peaks in a light veil that made the entire range seem to flicker in and out of view. Strange lights from Arrays bloomed over the mountains, too brilliant to look at directly.
But Yu Wanyi was in no mood to enjoy the scenery, because...
She looked at Jiang Man and the others, who were cultivating, and asked, "What are you all doing?"
"Cultivating," Jiang Man replied honestly.
"We're on a Flying Sword," Yu Wanyi said. She meant that there was no need to cultivate while they were traveling.
"It would be a shame to waste such precious time," Jiang Man said.
