At this moment, Zhao Huai followed the myna all the way. It clamped a skull in its beak and led the way like a compass.
Now he understood why the myna had taken so long to fly back in the first place.
Jin Province was a huge city, and traveling took time. Setting aside the time needed to leave the city, the mountain roads were rugged and winding, making the journey truly distant. Fortunately, Zhao Huai could use Sword Flight, saving him quite a bit of time.
Yet that was simply Jin Province's geography. With the sea at its back and a great river threading through it, once one left the city, countless towering mountains and ridges lay nearby.
Zhao Huai left Jin Province's Outer City and arrived in the mountain forests outside. Behind him stretched an endless sea of trees and mountains. Once inside the forest, he could no longer keep flying. Before him lay only a winding mountain path that stretched deep into the woods, its end nowhere in sight.
Today, Zhao Huai wore an ink-black robe and a bamboo hat, with a myna perched on his shoulder. With one step, his body appeared atop a tree branch.
With a light tap of his foot, he became like an afterimage, reappearing in another tree.
Traveling this way, his speed was naturally astonishing. Before long, a cluster of temples appeared ahead.
Hovering in midair, Zhao Huai could not help muttering, "There's actually a temple here?"
After slowly descending, he climbed the stone steps one at a time. Soon, he arrived before a spacious temple of vermilion walls and tiled roofs. The plaque bore the words "Mingyin Temple."
Looking to the other side, he found another road leading up the mountain, with small groups of worshippers coming and going.
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