Apart from a wooden flat area in the center of the garden, the floor of the courtyard is surrounded by a winding pebble path between the rockeries, and a shallow stream of water flows slowly along one side of the path in a cobblestone ditch.
Outside the hall was a wooden fence, with some tables and chairs placed along the fence. Beyond the fence, one could see the vast sky in the distance. Wang Yao was looking around when he suddenly heard a loudspeaker blaring from above.
"The Wildling Warriors are in position, and the Diverse Attendants are in position. The Attendants are now providing services for the special envoys and immortals."
Upon hearing this voice, Zhuang Sha turned to look at Tongxuan Daxian, who nodded slightly to him. Zhuang Sha then walked back to the center of the garden, reached out and pulled a vine from the top, shook it vigorously, and saw the wooden flat ground in the center slowly descend with Zhuang Sha.
"The special plane is taking off!" Not long after, a powerful voice came from the loudspeaker.
"The takeoff of my Zhanghuang clan's private jet is quite a spectacle. Would the Old Man of the Moon be interested in coming to see it?" Tongxuan Daxian turned to Wang Yao and smiled.
Wang Yao had been curious about what kind of private jet this was, and upon hearing Tong Xuan's invitation, he immediately agreed and followed Hui Shuo to the fence.
The Great Immortal Tongxuan was seen leaning over the railing, waving repeatedly down at the Second Elder, who was still there and they were saying goodbye.
Wang Yao glanced at the group of Second Elders below, and then his attention was drawn to a scene in the square in front of him. He saw that thousands of Huang Clan members in the square had spread their wings in unison.
The wings were silvery-white and undulated rhythmically, like a silvery-white lake that had appeared out of nowhere in the square, with ripples rising from the water as a gentle breeze blew.
"This is..." Wang Yao stared in astonishment at the scene, then felt a movement beneath his feet, and the enormous palace slowly rose up. Looking ahead, he saw the silvery-white lake water suddenly ripple, as if a wave had been raised and surged upwards toward the sky.
Only then did Wang Yao see clearly that each of the flying Zhanghuang tribesmen had a transparent ribbon connecting them to the palace beneath their feet. As these Zhanghuang tribesmen took off in unison, the palace was slowly pulled into the sky.
"How is it?" Seeing that he was getting further and further away from the ground, the Great Immortal Tongxuan stopped waving to the Second Elder, turned around and came to Wang Yao's side, asking with a smile.
"It is indeed spectacular. Although this kind of flight is not very technically demanding, it is also very stable."
Wang Yao nodded. He was secretly surprised. It wasn't difficult to use thousands of clansmen to carry them in flight, but the difficulty was in keeping it so stable. You should know that when the palace was first lifted off, it should have tilted backward, but he didn't feel it at all.
“There’s another group of Fu people below to ensure the stability of the palace,” the Great Immortal Tongxuan explained with a smile, addressing Wang Yao’s doubts. “All races have their own methods of flight. Many of my Zhang Huang clan members are skilled in flying, so we shouldn’t waste resources on this. However, for the sake of our clan’s reputation, we have developed this special aircraft.”
"Our Zhanghuang clan's special plane is only to demonstrate the profound heritage and strong cohesion of our Zhanghuang clan. What does Lord Yue Lao think?" Tong Xuan asked again.
Wang Yao didn't understand what kind of insect "Fuzhong" was. In any case, it didn't look like a butterfly. At this moment, the palace was already flying in mid-air. In front of him, it looked like a silvery-white cloud was floating. Pairs of wings were dancing in unison, just like the clouds were constantly changing.
It was indeed quite beautiful, but as for what kind of heritage or cohesion it embodied, Wang Yao couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could only nod vaguely, not wanting to dampen the old rascal's spirits when he was so pleased with himself.
"Huh? What's that?" Wang Yao pointed to the silvery-white clouds in front of him. He saw a small cluster of "lotus seeds" rapidly approaching. After a while, another small cluster of "lotus seeds" flew out of the clouds and flew down towards the palace.
"Oh, the Fu species are good in every way, except for their lack of endurance, so they have to be rotated constantly. They rest on the lower level and take turns during flight. Don't worry, these Fu species are enough to fly all over this Holy Domain, let alone Mother City."
The Great Immortal Tongxuan glanced at what Wang Yao was pointing at and explained calmly. Wang Yao watched the clouds gather and disperse before him and nodded slowly.
"Elder, the special envoy's living quarters have been prepared. Would you like to return to your room to rest?" Bingren asked respectfully from behind them.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to rest in his room, Wang Yao finally understood the layout of the entire private jet. The fourth floor where he had just been was merely the observation deck of the private jet, and the cabins were actually on the second and third floors.
Although the three floors are large, there are only a few large cabins for the flight commander and the living quarters of Tongxuan Daxian, Wang Yao, Huishuo, etc. There are also several small rooms left for the colorful maids and barbarian warriors who serve the special envoys at any time to rest.
The remaining warriors and maids all lived on the second floor, while the bottom first floor was used as a resting place for the Fu-type creatures that carried the palace in flight.
In the center of the palace is an elevator-like structure that allows passengers to travel between different floors.
According to Tongxuan, this is only the smallest private jet of the Zhanghuang Clan. The largest private jet of the Zhanghuang Clan is as high as eight stories, and the number of people carried by the delegation is naturally several times that of this one.
The private jet room had everything one could need, even surpassing the Zhanghuang Express. Not long after Tongxuan Daxian returned to his room, he dragged Huishuo and Zhuangsha to Wang Yao's room and insisted on playing mahjong with Wang Yao.
Wang Yao had lost a lot of money and had run out of Zhanghuang clan currency. Hui Shuo gave him some more. Wang Yao had no interest in playing mahjong, but he couldn't resist the invitation from the Great Immortal Tongxuan. However, when he actually sat down at the table, he was worried that Tongxuan would cheat.
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