In the forest that was covered in a thick layer of snow, two figures flew across the land, leaving behind a fuzzy afterimage. They didn’t leave much traces in the snow as they passed. 

A grayish shadow could be seen flying above the blurry figures. Occasionally, the gray streak would release a loud chirp to direct those traveling across the land.

“Brat, how far more do we have to travel?” Even though the two of them were moving very rapidly through the forest, Mister Bu’s voice rang clearly in Shang Xia’s ears.

“I have no idea.” Shang Xia muttered. His voice didn’t seem strained at all as he ran through the forest alongside Mister Bu.

A frown formed on Mister Bu’s face. “Didn’t the bird tell you how far we have to travel?” 

With a strange look on his face, Shang Xia replied, “Do I look like I speak bird? I can only communicate with Yan Ni’er in basic terms… Do you think she can talk to me like a normal human or something?” 

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?!” Mister Bu snorted. “This old man needs to return...