At the gate of the inner area, Kyrian, dressed in his black robe that fluttered in the morning, was waiting for someone.
Suddenly, Mei Ran appeared, walking upright with her two swords at her waist. In her hands she was holding the reins of a great eagle.
Wu Jian came a little behind, following along and looking somewhat absent-minded.
The sky was still pale, covered by clouds that hid the rising sun. The breeze carried the cutting wind of the sword formation.
Mei Ran glanced once at Kyrian before mounting the eagle she had brought.
"We will not speak much. Our time is precious," she said.
Kyrian merely nodded. Wu Jian swallowed dryly and climbed up last, mounting his own flying beast.
The eagle then spread its white wings, flapping once before shooting into the sky.
The sect was left behind, shrinking into a small blot among the mountains.
During the journey, silence prevailed most of the time.
