The garden and vale are probably not too bad to fly in. Too bad about our swords, though.

[ And Xiao Xingchen would certainly continue to not fly even if he had his back, or a replacement.

"For that which crowns, long shall it be."

Xue Yang isn't even paying attention to the words anymore as he turns over the item he's still holding in his hands, then almost shoves it in the peddler's face. ]

So how much are you asking for this junk?

[ "..." They're quiet for several seconds. "A day and a half's time. Or fifty chips." ]