A white crane could carry around ten people.
This wasn't to say that white cranes couldn't carry more people, but that they were also graded by level.
Depending on the price, one could choose different white cranes.
When Xu Zimei and Ji Ruobing stepped onto the back of a white crane, the other eight seats were already filled with people.
The two settled into their seats slightly.
Hundreds of white cranes simultaneously took flight, soaring toward the direction of the Destruction Realm.
The sky was as if it had been washed, pure and azure.
As the white cranes flapped their wings, the high-flying clouds were split apart, as though they were scattering in front of one's eyes.
Such a scene wasn't common in the dreary autumn rains.
It lifted one's spirits considerably.
"Are you all heading to the Destruction Realm?" an old man sitting beside them asked with a smile.
