The sky cloud martial school!

Suddenly, a ray of light entered ye Chen's eyes and he emerged from his meditative state.

"Fellow Daoist ye, we've arrived at the sky cloud martial school."

"Many thanks!"

Ye chen slowly stood up and came to the deck of the flying carriage. He looked at the countless peaks in front of him. Under the sunlight, these peaks were constantly emitting a colorful glow. It was very beautiful.

Under these peaks, there were many waterfalls and streams. One look at them would fill one's heart with the beauty of nature and comfort.

In the sky above a distant mountain, there was a colorful cloud. This cloud had a special shape, which was the shape of the three words 'sky cloud sect'.

"What a great sky cloud martial school! The sky cloud is a word! How creative!"

"Fellow Daoist ye, are you coming with me?"

"Alright!"

Ye chen looked ahead and saw Feng Qing stepping in the air, heading straight for the peak of flowing clouds.

"Ha!"