"I rode a dog when I was a kid, but I've never ridden a bird before."
Jiayan clutched the Funeral Crow's feathers tightly, exclaiming, "By the way, can we fly all the way out of this apocalyptic zone?"
"We probably can, but once we leave this area, there might be other fierce birds, so to be safe, we should stop just before we exit."
Yang Yuan said, "Also, don't let your guard down here, Jiayan keep an eye out. If any strange fish jump up, use the crossbow to shoot them."
"Strange fish shouldn't be able to jump that high, should they? How about we fly a bit higher?"
Jiayan glanced down against the fierce wind; it was about three or four hundred meters high.
"Just to be safe."
Yang Yuan: "Too high isn't safe either. The wind is stronger at higher altitudes here, and rocks are flying everywhere. Getting hit still hurts, so this distance is just right."
