"It's surprising how few people use the high-speed Beast Path."
Yawning, Feng Yuan held Xiao Ji, who had turned into an Eggshell Chicken, in his arms and casually pointed out the window, commenting from time to time; Pomiti was also embraced by him. Little Ice Cream should have stayed with Big Cat in Kong Qing's space, but it was reluctant to do so, and since it wasn't very big, Feng Yuan didn't insist on it entering the space.
Sitting atop Feng Yuan's head, Little Ice Cream looked curiously out the window at the special road a short distance from the highway. The road was fenced off, with signs at regular intervals warning against climbing over the railing into the high-speed Beast Path.
"But the number of Spirit Beasts that can be ridden is not that many, let alone quite a few that can fly."
