Chapter 110: Until They Weren’t
Travel among higher realm cultivators was a mystery to Paike. Despite learning a lot and growing up around several of them, Paike hadn't been able to get a straight answer. Some used their own qi; others had artifacts that flew for them. It seemed to be just a matter of their preferences.
Elder Song flew on a cloud. Father was able to vanish and reappear pretty much at will. It did take time when he moved very long distances, and he could bring at least one person with him. Mother had a few different artifacts that would transport her. Her most recent favorite was a worn-out rug that flew. It wasn't the fastest, but she liked how many of her younger kids she could safely bring with her.
At least that is what she said; Paike was pretty sure she just thought it looked elegant.
Still, he had never seen his father do this. The seven younger cultivators hovered through the air as mountain peaks whipped by below them.
The wind was such that none of them could talk. They had tried a little at the start, shouting to each other, but made no progress.
Paike had watched the four cultists while he was either fighting them or preparing to fight them. He felt he had a decent sense of their personalities from observing them for a while, even though he had yet to get their names.
The core disciple, though, had no intuition about. She was a slight bit shorter than he was and felt like she was well into the fourth realm. After the initial shock of Father's abrupt selection wore off, her demeanor faded into an implacable placidity.
Paike had to assume that she had been told she was one of those to be selected, so she had some idea of what was going on. If she didn't, Paike would be beyond impressed with her disposition and courage.
As it became clear that while they were moving at incredible speeds, they were not going to reach their destination anytime soon, Paike closed his eyes to cultivate.