The Azure Sword Sect's grand flying ship cut smoothly through the sea of clouds.
On the rear deck, Su Mei knelt over a low wooden table, her hands trembling slightly as she unrolled a detailed parchment map of the Central Continent's capital—Golden Dragon City.
Yan Shuo sat casually on a plush silk cushion, swirling a cup of warm spirit tea. Tantai Zhi was sitting so close to him that their shoulders were pressed together, her head resting contentedly against his arm. She was completely ignoring the map, entirely focused on humming a happy, off-key melody while feeding him peeled spirit grapes.
Ever since he had called her Zhi'er, she had been in a state of absolute, unshakeable bliss.
