Rode Away on White Cranes

Lu stepped forward. He was tall and his strides were bigger than normal people. Within seconds, he was in front of the two old men. "Two seniors, are you both Upper Celestials from Qing Xuan?" he asked respectfully as he cupped his fist in one hand.

"It's not that easy to become a celestial. Three of you, come over," the elderly in red said after glancing at Lu.

He took out three kites from his sleeve. The kites grew in the wind and were half as tall as a human. When they fell on the floor, they spread their wings and stood firmly on the ground. If one did not know better, one would have thought that the kites were real white cranes.

Both Shen Lian and Lu were brave. They were not frightened by the kites as they each mounted a paperwhite crane and smiled at each other. They met by chance and would be in the same sect from now on.

One of them looked strong, and yet he was a scholar. The other looked delicate and neat, and yet he was from Jianghu.