Yuan Ya's eyes grew hot. He immediately tried to kneel in midair, but unfortunately, he was injured. After moving a few times, the pain made the corners of his mouth twitch. Yet stubborn as Yuan Ya was, he still knelt there with difficulty and kowtowed nine times into empty space.
"Mm, rise!" Xiao Hua said with great satisfaction, raising a hand. "I never expected your aptitude to be so good as well. Who taught you this flying technique?"
"Liu Ge'er~" Yuan Ya did not dare conceal anything and hurriedly explained, "He was afraid this disciple would be injured before the armies' battle formations, so he secretly taught it to me."
"Very good!" Xiao Hua nodded. With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Horse and flying carriage descended through the air. "Follow this old man back to Black Wind Ridge!"
"Yes..." Yuan Ya and Qin Xiaoyao replied. After Xiao Hua and the others boarded the flying carriage, the two of them respectfully followed. As the Heavenly Horse raised its head and let out a long neigh, milky-white radiance streaked across the sky, swiftly vanishing beyond the horizon.
"Wuwu..." Princess Changling looked at the deathly silent National Teacher's Garden, then at Liu Bingzhen and the others standing there dumbly, as well as the Daoist soldiers nearby whom she had personally nurtured. All at once, it was as though her bones had been pulled from her body. She collapsed limply to the ground and burst into tears. Her tears fell upon the earth, yet vanished in an instant, just like everything Princess Changling had lost in merely half a day! Everything... gained and lost in the turning of a thought!!!
The Heavenly Horse pulled the flying carriage out of Jiang Kingdom. After flying only a short while, Xiong Yi spoke softly again,