Later...
As the first sunrays bled across the sky, the massive flying ship soared silently above the forest.
Its jade-inscribed hull gleaming in the early dawn light. Runes shimmered across its surface, throbbing like a heartbeat—feeding power to the flight arrays inscribed by ancient cultivators long since turned to dust.
Beneath the ship, a sea of clouds parted, revealing glimpses of sharp, dagger-like peaks shrouded in ethereal mist.
Su Xiaobai leaned against the railing, squinting into the light.
Beside him…
Yu Feng was tied to a pole like a hostage from a cheap opera.
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An hour later...
A groan escaped her lips as Yu Feng stirred.
"...Mmm…"
Her eyelids fluttered open.
A headache pulsed behind her temples. Her vision was blurry, for a moment, all she saw was blinding sky and glowing clouds.
Endless, open sky.
Then she realized she was… not on the floor.
Not on a bed.
Not even on the ground.
She was in the air.
Bound, with ropes, to a pole.
