60 Riding the White Crane

The white crane flew extremely steady, and it was far more comfortable than riding on a horse. While Fang Xing was riding on the back of the crane, he could feel a cool breeze of Qi brushing lightly against his cheeks as the crane flew in and out of the mystical clouds that covered the valley. When he looked down, beneath them were sections of yellow and green that formed into sheets of land, occasionally hidden by the thick clouds of Qi while at other times displayed openly to the eye.

It was peerlessly beautiful. At the end of it, Fang Xing was still a child; he could not help but be mesmerized and awed by such a view.

Upon hearing Fang Xing’s exclamation of cheer, however, the white crane had other plans.

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