Lu Xuan left the Agricultural Hall and looked around before walking over to a group of spiritual cranes.
These cranes were about half a meter tall, elegant and graceful. Occasionally, they would spread their wings and fly at incredible speeds. They were specially raised by the Sword Sect to carry outer disciples.
All it took was one spirit stone, and by telling the crane the destination, it could quickly take a cultivator there, which was very convenient.
Lu Xuan took out a spirit stone, and more than ten cranes quickly surrounded him, their eyes eagerly fixed on the spirit stone in his hand. They were well-trained and didn’t fight over it.
“Even elegant spiritual cranes fall for spirit stones,” Lu Xuan thought as he admired the cranes’ familiar movements. He picked one that looked taller and placed the spirit stone in a small bamboo tube tied to its foot before climbing on.