The golden warship of the Righteous Alliance—now newly requisitioned as the personal transport of the Azure Sword Sect—sailed smoothly through the sea of clouds, heading back toward the eastern mountains.
On the main deck, Su Mei stood at the helm, gripping the steering array with white knuckles. She was entirely alone outside.
Down in the lavish master cabin, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of burning incense and profound spiritual energy.
Yan Shuo sat cross-legged on the center of the massive, silk-draped jade bed. His pristine white robes were slightly loosened at the collar. He had his eyes closed, breathing in a slow, rhythmic cadence.
