Flying

'Fly—I can fly now?'

This was the first thought that Mao Jianbi had. Nonetheless, he soon realized that it was not him, but the sheet of fur was flying.

Mao Jianbi flashed and walked 2 rounds on the flying carpet at lightning speed.

Other than the middle of the carpet, the bottom and the edges were covered with 100 over feathers, causing it to have a distinctive look.

To put it nicely, it was an ingenious artwork; to put it harshly, it was a weird artwork.

Even so, Mao Jianbi did not have too high of a demand for a flying carpet's outer appearance. In fact, he never imagined having one before.

One could not even think about having a flying carpet when one was still a Spiritualist. Now that a flying carpet was right beneath the great elder, not to mention that it looked odd, even if it was 10 times uglier, he would not have minded because he did not have any other choice.

"It-it's flying?"

"What's that?"