Yan Jing got off the plane, carrying her luggage away from the terminal, and outside she met Lin Ning who had come to pick her up.
"Ning Sister!" The young nun immediately went up to her, sweetly calling out, "Thank you for coming to pick me up, but really, I could have taken a taxi by myself."
"No need to waste money," Lin Ning waved her hand, "I'll take you there by Sword Flight."
"Hahaha." Yan Jing stuck out her tongue, thinking to herself how Lin Ning, a cultivator so rich, still cared about such things.
Finding a secluded place, she took Yan Jing and soared into the sky on her sword, drawing cries of amazement from the crowd that caught sight of the sword light.
"By the way," experiencing Sword Flight for the first time, Yan Jing was also somewhat scared and started chatting with Lin Ning to distract herself, "Ning Sister, have you heard about the cultivators' competition?"
"I have, what about it?" Lin Ning asked back.