"Immortal Master, this is Cloud Gazing Platform."
The little Daoist boy named Xuan Yun led Yu Sheng and the others to a spot in the rear mountains, pointing toward the expansive elevated platform ahead.
Yu Sheng looked up and saw a stone path winding out from the mountains, following the terrain straight toward the heights. The mountain ahead looked as though it had been cleaved clean through by a giant blade. A high platform had been built atop the severed section. It was as white as jade, surrounded by carved railings. Beyond it stretched a vast sea of clouds almost directly beneath their feet, the swirling mist seemingly merging with the platform.
At various points along the platform's carved railings, there were also jade plaques. They bore reminders such as "The railing is dangerous. Please do not approach," "Watch your step while viewing the clouds," and "Graffiti will be fined one hundred spirit stones."
Yu Sheng thought about it and decided that this was extraordinarily reasonable.
But Eileen seemed to feel that it still was not reasonable enough. Pointing at the warnings on the railings, she asked, "Hey, don't all you immortals know how to fly? Why are you still worried about falling off the mountain?"
Little Xuan Yun stared blankly. He probably did not often deal with out-of-towners who lacked common sense. After taking a moment to react, he answered, "Ah, only senior brothers and sisters with profound cultivation can fly on swords or ride the wind. Someone like me hasn't learned that yet..."
Eileen blinked and looked at Xuan Yun with curiosity. She was naturally friendlier toward humans of smaller stature, such as the doll-headed children from "Fairy Tale." "Oh? How far have you gotten?"
"...I've just learned how to glide on a sword. Basically, I can slide