The big blue ship flew gently into the vast sky and the atmosphere of the ship became a bit lively.
Everyone was busy enjoying the flight on their own.
The young disciples of the Gold sect were happily chatting while the rest were seating composedly; silently enjoying the fresh breeze.
After a few hours of travel, the flight soon landed on the ground.
The Shipmaster turned to the passengers with a warm smile on his middle-aged face and said with much liveliness: "Fellow passengers, we have landed at the front of the whispering air forest; behind us is the whispering air forest. I, sincerely wish you all a safe and thrilling stay there."
The disciples of the Gold sect immediately stood up with a face full of elation. They were quite eager to explore the mysteries behind the forest.
The two senior male disciples who seemed to be in their late twenties stood up with calm composure and turned to their junior disciples and ordered strictly: "Juniors follow us."
