The Great Limit, Yu Shangrong’s Goal

The waterfall fell like a curtain of water. The sun's rays glinted in the light.

Lu Zhou sat on the flying chariot. He stroked his beard as he took in the scenery.

The flying chariot was swaying. The flight was rough. However, this did not stop him from admiring the sights.

The flying chariot arrived at a spot near Cloud Shine Peak when it was getting dark.

"Old senior, we're at Cloud Shine Peak. However, I'm guessing your disciples will only show up in two days." Duan Xing walked to Lu Zhou's side.

"We're already here?" Lu Zhou said.

Duan Xing scratched his head. 'Was it too fast? We have been flying for a long time. Even the sun has set...' In fact, it would have been faster if he had flown on his own. In the end, he decided to play along and said, "I personally manned the helm and put my back into it. I didn't dare to waste your time, old senior…"

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. He said nothing. He merely waved his arm irritably.