Feeling Ling Luochen's warmth against him and catching her cool, quiet fragrance, Feng Qingyang fell silent for a moment.
The tower was quiet. Only a faint hum occasionally rose from the gaps between the Wind Demon Tower's bones as it flew, while the yin-yang Taiji beneath them turned in a soundless glow.
Then he gave a cold snort.
"Boring..."
His voice was low and flat, betraying no emotion. He tossed out the word and left it at that.
Expressionless, he continued guiding the Wind Demon Tower. His teal eyes were half-lidded, fixed on the night sky sliced by clouds ahead. He spared not even a glance for the little head resting on his shoulder.
Ling Luochen wasn't annoyed.
She merely curled her lips slightly. Her blue eyes remained closed, her long lashes casting a small, still shadow across her cheeks.
Her hand tightened gently around his left arm in silent reply.
You call it boring, but you haven't moved away.
She said nothing. She simply leaned against him, breathing slow and even, as though she could rest there until the end of time.
The Wind Demon Tower passed through the clouds and across the night sky, carrying the two of them silently into the vast darkness beyond Star Luo City.
Time flew by.
A full month had passed since the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament ended.
The grand event held in Star Luo City, a celebration for the continent's Soul Master World, had long since fallen quiet.
Star Luo City's auction houses had returned to their usual order. The colored flags outside the tournament venue had all been taken down, and the stalls and decorations set up for the event had disappeared one by one.
Only in the teahouses and taverns did people occasionally still speak of