That night, as Song Ciwan rode the goose through the air, it was a poet's dream—gazing at the nine smoky peaks of Qi State, seeing the vast sea shrink to the size of a teacup. It was a flight swift enough to pass the Jade Rabbit on the moon, yet so high as to brush the Golden Rooster of the sun.
The Big White Goose savored the freedom of flight, soaring to altitudes far greater than any ordinary avian Demon Beast. This, it seemed, was one of its innate talents.
The Golden-winged Roc, for instance, possessed the world's greatest speed, capable of covering thousands of miles with a single flap of its wings. The Big White Goose's talent, by contrast, was primarily focused on altitude.
Of course, while the Big White Goose was flying high now, that was only in comparison to common avian Demon Beasts.
When compared to a uniquely gifted prodigy among demons like the Golden-winged Roc, there was simply no contest.
