Nightfall descends.
A gap silently opens in mid-air, from which a figure steps out, forming one cloud step after another beneath them, shaping a long stairway in the void.
"This trick is a bit childish, Zi..."
Calmly speaking these words, high in the air hundreds of meters above the ground, Gu Mo glanced at the scene below, casually standing in the air, with air rippling beneath his feet. Below, the winding road stretches far, outlining the vast architecture ahead.
"I don't have any trick, it's just that this is a convenient place to observe..."
Yakumo Zi sat on the gap, hearing this, gently covered half of her face with a fan, not admitting to it.
"Is this the Narita family?" Turning his gaze ahead, looking at the vast, rolling exquisite architecture, Gu Mo observed briefly, still clicking his tongue in admiration: "It really is an ancient and prestigious family, come to think of it, hasn't the world changed a bit too much..."
