The little boat flew through the sky, looking slow but moving surprisingly fast. Its bow kept tilting up slightly, as though it were really sailing across water.
Zhang Xiao leaned over the side curiously and peered down. The wind howled outside, but it was quite peaceful inside the boat. Li Qingshu could even read a novel while nibbling sunflower seeds.
Suddenly remembering a dream he had cherished for ages, Zhang Xiao turned and called out:
"Dad, didn't you say flying on a sword would be too windy? There's no wind in here, is there?"
Zhang Chengdao snorted. "How big is this boat, and how big is a sword?
"It has to fly, stay steady, and go fast, and then you want wind protection too. Do you know how complicated that is?
"There's nowhere near enough room on a sword. Of course, if you get yourself a flying sword the size of a door, forget I said anything."
Never mind the size of a door-I even want to put railings on it!
Zhang Xiao wisely dropped the subject and went back to admiring the scenery.
Britain really was not very large. The straight-line distance from their Jade Pavilion Villa to the Burrow in Devon was only a little over two hundred kilometers.
As they drew closer, Zhang Chengdao slowed the Flying Boat and prepared to land.
"Let me see... Ottery St Catchpole. We should be nearly there."
Zhang Xiao had no idea how his dad found his bearings, but once the Flying Boat descended far enough, he could make out dark patterns formed by patches of farmland and clusters of trees.
There was also a crooked building four or five stories tall.
The Flying Boat slowly came to a stop about half a meter above the ground, then lowered itself bit