Whoosh!
Wang Quan released the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, preparing to fly away; Su Mali jumped aboard as well to travel with him.
Yet they had only flown a dozen or so li when they heard a rumble behind them.
They turned and saw a beam of white light descend from the sky, landing directly in the safe zone they had just left.
Then the safe zone rumbled, and patterns composed of Dao Script appeared across its many buildings.
Stirred by the sight, they hurried back to the safe zone.
By then, the white light had dispersed.
They landed in the safe zone and examined the Dao Script on the buildings.
The patterns formed by these Dao Script characters all conveyed meanings such as protection.
As they watched, they discovered that the Dao Script slowly sank into the buildings.
When the last Dao Script pattern sank into a building, their identity tokens trembled almost simultaneously.
They instinctively checked their tokens, only to find no additional information.
It was as though the trembling just now had been an illusion.
"What's going on?"
They exchanged a glance, utterly puzzled.
Only after examining things for a while and still finding nothing unusual did they set off again.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust traversed the sky. Comparing their route maps, they discovered that part of their routes overlapped, but the later stretches diverged.
Seeing this, Su Mali grabbed Wang Quan's arm and said, "The journey's boring anyway. Why don't we study Daoist Scriptures together?"
"And the smoke and dust you refined looks very soft. We could lie on it without worrying about being jostled."
Wang Quan coughed. "Well... could you use the Transformation Art to change your figure?"
"I still prefer someone a little slimmer."
Su Mali