Xu Changqing rode the Giant Flying Sword as it slowly departed from Sword Pavilion.
Once it reached a safe distance and altitude, it immediately shuddered, transforming into a streak of golden light that tore across a thousand meters of sky in the blink of an eye.
Screech—
Just then.
A sharp crane cry came from behind them.
Everyone aboard the Giant Flying Sword felt a heavy, stifling pressure at the same time.
Xu Changqing and the people around him all reacted alike, turning to look behind them.
At once, the reflection of an enormous flying crane filled their pupils.
The span of its luminous wings was likely over twenty meters.
Round bubbles of water circled its entire body, one after another.
And on the flying crane's back stood a young man with cold, stern features.
He wore the white everyday robes reserved for formal disciples.
Very soon, the flying crane became a vast shadow that enveloped Xu Changqing and the others.
"Isn't that Lord Crane Seven?"
"Then the person on its back must be Chu Qiu!"
"Damn, it's actually faster than a Giant Flying Sword powered by spirit stones and formations!"
Now that it had drawn near, everyone finally saw the man and crane clearly.
The flying crane ranked seventh in Beast Spirit Valley.
Everyone addressed it as Lord Crane Seven.
It was a thousand-year spirit beast of immense strength.
And the person it had acknowledged as master was naturally Beast Spirit Valley's foremost figure, Chu Qiu.
Fortunately, neither Crane Seven nor Chu Qiu had come for them.
They merely glanced at them as they passed, with no other business at all.
Only after the man and crane had departed did that oppressive pressure fade.
Everyone could finally breathe again.
"As expected of a thousand-year spirit beast. Its presence is