The wind-drawn carriage descended slowly through the jagged stone canyons, its simple wooden frame swaying slightly. Lent by the transport department of Spirit Beast Peak, the vehicle was far smaller than the Tempest Roc carriage Su Ming had arrived in, but it was light, maneuverable, and fast.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was quiet but focused. Su Ming sat at the head with his eyes closed, his breathing rhythmic. Beside him sat Lin Yao and Wang Tian, whose dark-steel blade was held tight, quietly settling into his new Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Opposite them sat Elder Han Chen, the Peak Master of Green Pine Peak, along with his personal disciples. Li Ye, a quiet young man with a long sword at his waist, and Zhuo Ying, an alert young woman with curious eyes.
