Once he had everything packed and ready, Bai Mo boarded his Flying Ship and departed the inner sect.
WHOOSH!
The Flying Ship plunged into the wall of clouds. Bai Mo closed his eyes, steering it straight ahead.
When he emerged a quarter-hour later, he was covered in moisture, but the wind quickly blew it away.
The atmosphere of the outer sect was, after all, different from that of the inner sect.
Soaring through the air, he could see disciples below. Some were engaged in arduous cultivation, while others gathered in twos and threes, leisurely discussing the Dao, free and relaxed.
'So unlike the urgent, relentless pace of the inner sect.'
The Flying Ship continued on without pause, heading straight out of the sect.
Having ridden Spirit Beasts from Beast Taming Peak many times, Bai Mo was already familiar with the route.
He got his bearings, infused the Flying Ship with Spiritual Qi, and shot toward Celestial Mountain City in an instant.
