Flat Sand Valley was already more than four hundred kilometers from Zhang Tie's point of departure.
It had been pouring rain at the departure point, but by the time they reached Flat Sand Valley, though the sky remained overcast, the rain had weakened considerably, leaving only a fine drizzle drifting down from the heavens.
The Iron Dragon passed through the clouds and slowly descended from tens of thousands of meters in the air, moving forward at a leisurely pace several hundred meters above the ground.
On the flying boat, Zhang Tie had gathered all his disciples once more. The male disciples were still dressed in field marching uniforms, while the female disciples had all changed into beautiful dresses and freshened themselves up. They appeared before Zhang Tie again, some lovely and dignified, some graceful beyond measure, some quiet and elegant, some lively and adorable.
All the female disciples were secretly studying Bai Suxian and Zhang Tie.
In the hearts of those female disciples, Bai Suxian's beauty, charm, and even her manner of dress were all things they sought to emulate and pursue.
The more perceptive female disciples had all noticed a subtle difference between Bai Suxian and their master today. They could not put it into words; it was simply that when the two stood together, there seemed to be an unspoken understanding between them. In particular, the way Bai Suxian looked at their master had become even more tender and affectionate, her eyes brimming with feeling, as though the words "her heart belongs to someone" were practically written across her face. Their master, too, had gained a touch more gentleness when he looked at Bai Suxian. Standing together, they were like a perfect pair.
"So this is Flat Sand Valley?" Bai Suxian murmured.
The flying boat had already entered