Thus, as the convoy continued slowly onward, Mo Caihuan finally obtained the immortal opportunity she had dreamed of in that carriage and became a disciple of Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, and the Flame Immortal.
At least, that was what she believed!
Next, nourished by the three-thousand-year Flat Peach that could "help one attain immortality, strengthen the body, and make one light on one's feet," her complexion gradually became rosy, and her spirits rose as well. In the swaying carriage, she began idly chatting with her cheap master, Annie.
"An, Annie, Master!"
"Aren't you the Flame Immortal?"
"But..."
"Why don't you fly when traveling?"
"Big Brother Han can fly!"
Finally, remembering that she had already spent more than two whole days in this swaying carriage, Mo Caihuan suddenly recalled something and hurriedly asked in confusion.
"Fly?"
(??????)
"Not only can I fly, I can teleport too!"
(ˉ▽￣~) Tsk.
Annie felt that flying was no fun. It meant she could not enjoy the scenery, so she had no desire to do it.
One had to understand that she, the Flame Immortal, had come to this world to eat, drink, have fun, and wander around—not to cultivate, hurry from place to place, or fight. So, without any urgent destination, she could travel however she pleased. She could ride in a carriage, walk, ride a donkey, or beat up Tibbers whenever she wanted. She did not need to care about what other people thought!
(...)
(￢?￢.)
"Then..."
"Master Annie!"
"Can you ride the clouds and mist?"
Mo Caihuan did not know what teleportation was, but since the immortal master before her could fly, that solved the problem. She had long been envious of those cultivators who soared through the skies, rode swords and objects, and flew wherever they pleased.