Angel walked outward along Fallen Cloud Leaf Platform until he reached the edge of the leaf.
Ordinary people did not dare come here. The leaf's edge was soft, and the slightest carelessness could send one slipping off. This place was several hundred meters above the ground, with nothing below to catch a fall. Without sufficient means, anyone who fell from here would surely be smashed into a pulp.
Angel, however, paid no heed to whether the leaf's edge was dangerous. He stepped straight out with one foot.
The fall he had imagined did not happen. He stood steadily in midair.
Beneath his feet was a completely transparent Sky Bridge.
Angel did not linger and strode quickly ahead. Before him stretched an endless sea of clouds, along with an island in the distance that glimmered with specks of starlight.
That was his destination—Demon Illusion Island.
Passing through clouds and mist of just the right density, the damp vapor made his unruly red hair droop slightly. His neither-long-nor-short fringe obscured much of his vision. Unconcerned with his appearance, Angel casually swept the red hair covering his right eye back over his head.
Just as he was about to run a hand through the fringe on the left, his right eye caught sight of a figure not far away.
On the Sky Bridge shrouded in clouds and mist stood a tall, upright figure, silently waiting at its end. Behind him floated Demon Illusion Island.
Angel narrowed his eyes and made out the figure's identity.
It was a handsome young man dressed in a white uniform patterned with gold. Yet his gaze and expression constantly radiated an air of coldness and detachment.
He was clearly standing right before Angel, yet he gave off a strange feeling, as though he were far removed from The