"Now, now, where are you guys…" Apollo muttered, but the strong wind muffled his voice. His clothes fluttered as his small body flew in a certain direction. He didn't dare fly too high, as from what he had read and what others said…
Although a Cultivator could fly, they had to be wary of the rulers of the sky.
As he thought of this, Apollo couldn't help but look up, but all he could see were clouds with the moon hiding behind them.
When he had flown through this area with his Water-Attributed Falcon and his disciple Don, he had made sure they flew at a certain altitude. Otherwise, they would have encountered flying beasts, which could be pretty annoying since Bluetooth was not yet capable of fighting.
The beggar spread his senses to ensure that no winged monsters were above him before setting his eyes in the suspected direction where the beasts might have run off to.
Along the way, he also scouted the area for potential dangers or any clues that might help him.
