"Unless a quilt shoots you, escaping this sea of flowers by flying alone would take 10,000 years."
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao formed an "O" with her small mouth, only closing it after a moment as she gazed down at the vast expanse of flowers. The realization struck her—had the two fools who were flung away moments ago actually discovered the correct path and left the secret realm's entrance ahead of them?
Perhaps those two were now secretly reveling in their success, wearing smug smiles.
Lady Qiaoqiao regarded them with an indifferent expression. "Well, let's descend."
What other choice did they have? Aside from being propelled by the quilt, they couldn't discern an alternative route.
Qiao Mu turned to the Holy Son. "Is this how the entrance is arranged?"
Holy Son Miyan's expression was a mix of reluctance and amusement. Clearly, he wanted to avoid the bouncing process, but according to Duan Yue, there was no other way through.
