Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Zhang Xiaohou was on a mission, and could not afford to stay for too long. He asked the head scout to regroup with the rest of the troop so they could continue on their journey.
The Flying Dragon beat its wings and flew higher into the sky.
The Flying Dragons usually flew at an altitude of over ten thousand meters, similar to most commercial flights, but not every creature could withstand the cold when flying at such an extreme altitude.
Zhang Xiaohou took a final worried glance at the ground as his mount was soaring into the clouds.
He could only see half of the land below because the thick clouds were obscuring things.
The gray buildings, as tiny as lego blocks, were scattered close to some gentle hills in the vast terrain. The area close to the mountains was most likely the main district of the county. The buildings were denser there than those close to the sea.
