"Wow! Even ordinary people can fly? That's amazing!"
"Right."
Qian Xunji briefly demonstrated how to wear it. "But it's still in the debugging phase. Once it's fully successful, I'll let you play with it."
"Okay!"
Bibi Dong nodded expectantly. A Soul Tool that could fly was far cooler than a simple communication device.
Then she reluctantly glanced at the Wings of Flight before turning toward the bath.
The maid had long since prepared the hot water. Flower petals floated in the bath, and steam curled upward.
Bibi Dong removed her clothes and stepped into the warm water.
Ripples spread across the surface as petals clung to her skin.
She leaned against the edge of the pool and closed her eyes, but her thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.
Later tonight... will something happen between Teacher and me?
That night in Anping Village, Teacher had been gentle and restrained.
He had said he would wait until she was ready.
So now... am I ready?
At the thought, her cheeks began to burn again.
Meanwhile, outside Saintess Hall, Qian Xunji was debugging the Wings of Flight.
He strapped the device to his back, fastened the buckles across his chest, and switched it on.
"Bzzzz—"
The four rear nozzles simultaneously spat pale blue flames.
A sudden thrust lifted Qian Xunji's body, and his feet slowly rose from the ground.
With a thought, he tried adjusting the angles of the nozzles.
His body tilted, turned, and accelerated accordingly.
Under the moonlight, a silver-white figure flew above the courtyard.
Qian Xunji spread his arms, feeling the night wind whistle past his ears as his long hair streamed behind him.
The sensation of flying felt familiar.
He already possessed the Angel Martial Soul; flying was as natural to him as breathing.
But flying with a Soul Tool