Under the silent gaze of Ye Qiu and the others, part of the lower floors had already decomposed into countless fragments, some scattered, and some peeled downward. If you listened carefully, you could still hear some heavy rumbling sounds mixed in the wind.
"Ah..."
Fang Wushang let out a small cry. A large part of the lower level had collapsed, countless trees and lake waters mixed with building materials continuously falling, and finally submerged into the red sea of clouds.
That should be near the place where the two had their forest home. Every floor of the Floating City that bore the memories of Ye Qiu and Fang Wushang over the past two years, was collapsing layer by layer like peeling open a thin membrane. With each layer that fell, the grieving emotions pricked their chests once again.
Ye Qiu hugged Fang Wushang tightly and directly sat down on the Crystal Floating Island.
