In the flickering candlelight of the great hall, Du Bufan’s expression was solemn and earnest as he once again broke the silence. "Sect Master Lingxuzi, there is one more favor I must ask of you." The play of light and shadow across his clear-cut features only served to highlight his extraordinary resolve; he stood like a mountain unshaken by wind or rain, exuding a presence so commanding that none dared underestimate him.
"Pray, speak your mind, Young Master," Lingxuzi responded, bowing his hands respectfully. His tone was full of deference, and he lowered his head slightly, showing the same genuine reverence one might reserve for a highly esteemed senior. "As long as it is within the power of the Feather God Sect, we shall spare no effort to assist you."
Du Bufan furrowed his brow, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his face. "I have been away from home for some time now, and my longing for my family has grown like a vine within my heart. I must return, but... I am deeply ashamed to admit that I have yet to master the art of flight, and I am as blind to the surrounding geography as if I were feeling for an elephant in the dark. Would your sect happen to have a flying mount? If you could lend me one, I would be eternally grateful." As he spoke, he couldn't help but recall his previous experiences wandering lost in the wilderness, stumbling through the tangled mountain paths like a headless fly. The memory forced a sigh from him, and his brows drew even tighter.
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