Wang Qingling nodded. The Icewind Dragon flew southeast at tremendous speed, quickly vanishing over the horizon.
"Tut, tut, that must be the Fairy of Hundred Spirits! She has a Third-Order Flood Dragon as her mount—what extravagance."
The Green-Shirted Youth spoke with a face full of envy.
"Indeed! I heard the Wang Family possesses a flying mystic treasure called the Nine Flood Dragon Chariot, drawn by nine flood dragons."
"The Wang Family's sets of Puppet Beasts are formidable too. Our family has ordered several sets to temper the younger generation, yet even the five of us working together are no match for a set of Puppet Beasts."
Dongfang Hengyu frowned and sharply rebuked them. "All you know is to bolster others' morale and extinguish your own! Our Dongfang Family's guardian spirit beast, the Golden Winged Thunder Roc, carries a trace of Golden Winged Great Roc bloodline and has already grown to the middle Fourth Order. Its descendant, the Golden Light Roc, flies extraordinarily fast. The family has formed a special Roc Guard to command Golden Light Rocs. In terms of speed alone, only the Lion Roc beasts of the Murong Royal Clan of the Great Yan Dynasty can compare to them. In addition, our family has nine Nascent Soul Cultivators. In what way do we lose to the Wang Family?"
"Yes, yes, Brother Hengyu is right. We shouldn't be boosting others' morale."
"That's right. Our family is far stronger than the Wang Family."
Dongfang Hengyu's expression eased. "Enough of this. Let's continue our patrol!"
Wang Qingling and the others stood atop the Icewind Dragon's back. It flew swiftly as fierce winds howled past, whipping the cultivators' robes about. Their faces were full of excitement.
Wang Yingjie stood near the front, his expression animated.
The Dongfang Family was holding a Dao Discussion