"Quick, quick, over there!"
In the mountain forest, Wang Daoxuan was leading a group of people running.
Among them were the Shen Family servants and folks from a theatrical troupe.
The fastest was Wu Ba, who, while running, was shouting loudly at the sky.
In the night sky, the Flying Wooden Magpie was only a dozen meters above the ground, its lantern-like lights revealing Lv San's face at the window, waving at them.
And inside the Vine Pavilion, Li Yan was also in a flurry.
Having floated midair for half the day, he had finally figured out how to control the contraption. There were mechanisms on the copper basin to adjust the flame and lift, while the wooden sparrow's wings and tail on either side were for steering.
However, what seemed easy was not so simple.
