A Night Raid on Daiyu's Boudoir
Today was already the fourth night of the Cloud Palace Skyship's journey. In two more days, they would reach their destination.
High above the clouds, the starry river hung low in the sky, and moonlight streamed like a ribbon. It passed through the thin yet incredibly sturdy spiritual barrier over the porthole and spilled softly into the cabin.
The guest room Lin Daiyu occupied was one of the finest rooms in the jade pavilion on the skyship's highest deck. From its window, she could clearly see the crescent moon and the stars scattered across the heavens, unobscured by clouds or mist. It was breathtakingly beautiful—and nothing like the ordinary rooms below.
Beyond the splendid view, the furnishings were also exquisitely elegant and luxurious.
Warm jade tiles covered the floor, naturally gathering spiritual energy from the heavens. Priceless landscape paintings hung on the walls, and the room had every manner of built-in spiritstone lamp—even the expensive candles infused with spiritual energy.
The candles that gave off a faint spiritual glow were especially remarkable. Most cultivators considered them too extravagant even to use while practicing, but here they were lit simply to provide illumination, filling the room with a steady, gentle glow that made it feel warm and refined.
"..."
At that moment, in the main bedroom of the suite, Lin Daiyu was leaning against the carved sandalwood bed, its mattress laid with soft gauze-silk brocade. By the light of the spirit lamp at her bedside, she idly leafed through an ancient book of unknown origin.
She wore nothing but a simple moon-white nightdress. Her long, dark hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, and she propped her cheek on one hand. It made her delicate little face look all the more fair, fine, and