That Firebird Crashing Down... Would Directly Destroy the World, Right?!
The heavens stretched vast and hazy, the emerald waters rolled on without end.
Above them, jade-green ripples closed into a dome. Below, the current surged and carried Cloud Kun swiftly onward. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...
It felt as though days, months, even years had passed, yet also as though only a few dozen breaths had gone by. Then the boat gently slowed to a stop, entering a vast, deep lake.
Deep emerald ripples swayed softly. Though Cloud Kun had neither raised its sails nor extended a single oar to row, it drifted gently with the current and reached the shore in moments.
"An honored guest has arrived, yet I failed to welcome you from afar. Please forgive the discourtesy." The instant the boat came to a stop, a layer of soft mist slowly rose from the shore.
The mist flowed and gathered. A youth in green stood properly on the embankment, cupped his hands in salute, and bowed.
"Please follow me—"
"Thank you for looking after us, Qing Li." Shen Le gathered a light breeze beneath himself and let it carry him down beside Qing Li, stiffly trying to imitate his salute.
Sigh, the hand position did not seem quite right. When leaning forward slightly, was his back not straight enough? Were his shoulders not open enough? Or was his entire body crooked?
In short, what looked upright, graceful, and pleasing when others did it always felt awkward and clumsy when he tried it himself.
Like wearing Hanfu for photos at a tourist spot and trying to perform a formal salute—the pictures always came out disastrously.
Sure enough, actors filming costume dramas had to take posture and etiquette classes and pass before they could appear on camera, didn't they?
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