Shen Li's grip on her sword tightened, and her gaze grew determined. "We don't have time to waste. Fellow Daoist Fan, can we head over as soon as possible? What I am looking for is in relation to this place, if I am not wrong."
Fan Yin nodded, his calm demeanor unchanged. "True, we will get too crowded over there if we keep delaying. I suggest we leave immediately."
Fan Yin then telepathically commanded the subdued Crimsonflame Sky Drakon.
After minutes of struggling and futile resistance, it dragged its way over unwillingly, its massive body trembling with suppressed rage.
The beast's fiery aura flickered weakly, its pride crushed under the weight of Fan Yin's dominance.
Fan Yin and the others mounted the Drakon, its massive wings unfurling as it took to the skies. The wind whipped around them as they soared toward the horizon, the Immortal Grasslands stretching endlessly below.
