Revisiting an Old Haunt

Though this seven-colored feathered beast was exceedingly fine-looking, and its bloodline seemed somewhat extraordinary, before Su Bai's Deity Transformation Stage pressure, the instinctive terror it felt left it without the slightest will to resist.

It gave a wronged, low cry, obediently spread its brilliant wings, and lightly landed atop Zhu Biao's bristle-covered back.

The vast difference in their sizes did not make the arrangement seem out of place.

"Eldest Princess, please mount your ride. It is time for us to depart," Su Bai said mildly. Then his figure flashed, and he drifted down onto Zhu Biao's enormous pig head, sitting cross-legged.

Yan Ling looked at the strange combination—the majestic seven-colored feathered beast, or so she considered it, standing atop a wild boar that looked simple and rustic, while Su Bai sat cross-legged on the boar's head—and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Su Bai, why arrange things this way? Could it be that my 'Rainbow Cloud' is inferior to your wild boar mount?" She pointed at her seven-colored feathered beast, displeasure in her voice.

Su Bai spread his hands and calmly analyzed, "Eldest Princess, have you carefully calculated the actual distance from the capital to the Buddhist Kingdom?"

"If we truly relied only on your Late Golden Core demon pet, 'Rainbow Cloud,' to travel, then even if it exhausted every ounce of strength and flew day and night without rest, at its speed, it absolutely could not make it within a month. It might not even finish half the journey. Should we delay the Buddha's ascension ceremony, and Your Majesty holds us accountable, this subordinate could not bear the responsibility."

He paused and pointed at Zhu Biao beneath his feet. "Therefore, this subordinate could only devise this compromise: let your 'Rainbow Cloud' rest on Zhu Biao's back while Zhu Biao handles