A white crane could carry around ten people.
It was not that a white crane could not carry more, but white cranes were also divided into ranks.
Different White Cranes were chosen according to their price.
By the time Xu Zimo and Ji Ruobing stepped onto the white crane's back, the other eight seats were already occupied.
The two settled into their seats.
Hundreds of White Cranes took flight together, soaring toward the Land of Destruction.
The sky looked as though it had been washed clean, blue and pristine.
As the White Cranes spread their wings, the lofty clouds were torn apart, seeming to drift right before their eyes.
Such scenery would not last long in the rain-soaked late autumn.
It brightened everyone's mood as well.
"Are you all heading to the Land of Destruction?" an old man beside them asked with a smile.
An old woman sat beside him. The two appeared to be a couple, leaning against each other with great affection.
"Yes," a rather simple-looking burly man beside them replied with a smile.
"I heard the Land of Destruction has been restless lately," the old man continued.
"You should all be careful."
"Isn't that exactly why we're going to the Land of Destruction?" the burly man said with a laugh.
At those words, the man beside them, who held a curved saber in his arms, wore a frosty expression, and had remained silent all along, suddenly snorted coldly.
As if in disdain, he said, "There are always people who want to try their luck. Without the strength, going there is nothing but delivering yourself to death."
"Who says I lack strength?" the burly man retorted directly.
"In Niu Family Village, I've fought through the entire village without meeting a single rival."
"Niu Family Village?" The disdain on