The flying beasts advanced for several hours, gliding through the skies with wings that sliced through the clouds.
The wind was no longer hot like on the mountain but cold, roaring constantly in the ears of all the young ones. Yet none of them minded it at the moment.
Each was immersed in their own thoughts, in anticipation of what lay ahead.
When the clouds began to part, the scenery below changed. The plains were left behind, replaced by deep valleys and forests that rose toward the skies.
Gigantic trees sprouted from the earth like enormous pillars. Between the mountains crowded with those immense trees, pavilions with green rooftops appeared, connected by long suspended bridges and stairways that coiled along the slopes like a massive serpent.
It was there that Kyrian, Yanyu, and the other youths saw the Verdant Sword Sect for the first time.
