The next three days of travel passed like a blur amid cold landscapes and gray skies.
The pace remained the same, but within the monotony of flight, small conversations began to sprout.
Kyrian learned that Yan Ling had knowledge about spiritual minerals and their properties and also liked to spend hours in libraries.
That Kai, despite his weathered air, had a perfect memory, able to recall maps and information with just a single glance.
That Li Fen understood a bit about formations, and with his economy of words, said that he could observe vulnerable points in defensive formations that were brutally precise.
Even Bai Zhu, in a moment of rare frankness induced by boredom, confessed that his greatest desire was not just to crush opponents. But to master a legendary technique of the military branch that supposedly allowed the user to temporarily merge their body with their own blood Qi, becoming a living storm of crimson fury, even risking losing control of their own mind.
