Jiang Zuo was already on a plane—an express flight with no seats for ordinary people.
After just a few hours, the plane arrived above the Celestial Cloud Mountain Range.
The Celestial Cloud Mountain Range, as its name implied, was a mountain range that soared into the clouds.
It was different from the Holy Land's Chuanhe Mountain Range, which was perpetually covered in snow, knowing only one season all year.
The Celestial Cloud Mountain Range, however, was lush and green, with flowers blooming in all four seasons.
It was a rare and wonderful place.
One shouldn't assume that just because it was a mountain range in the Demon Cultivation Realm, it had to be a withered and desolate land. For the most part, the environment here was normal.
The plane landed at a makeshift airfield. It was incredibly crude; apart from being large enough, it had nothing else.
Including a way to fly back.
That's right—it was a one-way flight.
