Who Is the Taoist Priest

"Any other questions?"

Seeing that Lu Changan had yet to climb onto the Flying Dragon, Wu Heng asked.

Lu Changan gave a wry smile. "Isn't this a little unsafe?"

"It's fine. As long as you don't jump off, there won't be any problems." Wu Heng took out two radio earpieces and handed one to him. "The wind is strong up there. Use this to talk."

Lu Changan accepted it reflexively. "We're really riding it? The convoy could get there too."

Wu Heng looked to the other side. "Cassius, ride with him."

Cassius jumped down from the dragon's back, and Lu Changan's expression turned rather ugly.

"No, no. That's too dangerous."

Cassius grabbed him by the shoulders and forcibly hoisted him onto the dragon's back, then climbed up after him.

"Let's go. Don't forget to give directions," Wu Heng said, patting the dragon's back lightly.

The Skeleton Flying Dragon kicked off the ground, its body shooting directly into the air as the wind howled past their ears.

The other Flying Dragons followed close behind.

Lu Changan let out a wail as he was carried into the sky as well.

Once they reached a certain altitude and began flying horizontally, things became much steadier.

Wu Heng spoke through the radio earpiece. "Commander Lu, don't forget to point the way."

Lu Changan's voice came through. "Straight ahead. It's called Blue Sky Machinery Factory."

Dilapidated concrete walls exposed rusted reinforcing bars.

Household garbage was piled in the corners. The broken walls and windows had been sealed with iron sheets and bricks, forming a crude shelter.

A crooked sign hung outside the building: Blue Sky Machinery Factory.

At that moment, more than ten people had gathered inside the factory building. They chewed on dry, shriveled dough pieces as they sat in a circle, wary