A golden streak of spiritual light flew over a mountain stream and through a valley, then sped across the sky above a vast prefectural city. In the blink of an eye, it arrived at a sheer cliff.
Calling it a sheer cliff didn't seem quite right.
Seen from above, it looked more like a mountain that someone had cleaved in two. Pavilions and towers had been built along the precipitous cliffs on either side, exquisitely crafted, as if they stood in the heavens.
The streak of light didn't slow down. It headed straight for the buildings on the right. Below stood all kinds of bizarre structures, with quite a few people gathered around, assembling a small boat more than ten meters long.
In the largest courtyard among the buildings on the right, Cousin's hair stuck up like a chicken coop. His clothes had grown a little sour, his once bright eyes were dull, his eye sockets had sunk much deeper, and his complexion had turned sallow and dim.
He looked as if his body had been completely drained.
Apart from a physician, no one was left around him. When Su Wanjun had first brought him back, a group of his clansmen had been assigned to keep an eye on him. But before she left, Mortal had joked about something, and Cousin had taken it seriously.
The suggestion of a mechanism that could let people communicate over a thousand miles instantly roused him from the despondency of being forced to return home.
Mortal had meant it as a joke, but Cousin didn't see it that way. To him, anything that hadn't been tested was still possible.
So as soon as Cousin returned home, he plunged into his own little world and let his imagination run wild.
He had tried all sorts