In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Upon hearing these words, Jialan was slightly startled, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly had a moment of realization and asked with a joyful expression on his face:
"Could it be that the Saintess of Ingenious Machines has already comprehended how to impose a speed-increasing prohibition on such flying vessels?"