The luxury cruise liner cleaved through white-capped waves.
Forget the Heaven Realm—even the spaces above the seventh floor of the Heaven-Piercing Tower could easily achieve the level of airborne ships. Thanks to Yue Yang, the Yue Family's mechanical puppet technology had advanced by leaps and bounds. Back on the Dragon Soaring Continent, any wealthy man without a sky-flying carriage or airship could not be called rich; he could only be called a country bumpkin with money. But in White River City, the situation was exactly the opposite. No matter how large or fine a ship they built, they would not pull it into the sky to fly. Instead, they tossed it into the water and sailed it.
They ignored things like speed; what they wanted was the feeling.
The rich people here simply loved the feeling of sailing across the water. Who could stop them from indulging in that petty-bourgeois mood of pissing into the wind?
In Yue Yang's eyes, as a transmigrator, what White River City's people were doing was pure ball-ache! Still, perhaps there was some deeper meaning to it. Although White River City's mutated fishmen were traitors to the Heaven-Piercing Tower, deep in their bones—or perhaps in their subconscious—they seemed to want to preserve a little something from the Heaven-Piercing Tower.
Or perhaps they wanted to distinguish themselves from the races of the Heaven Realm, deliberately standing apart to defend what little self-respect they had left.
Whatever the case, Yue Yang did not care.
These mutated fishmen could toss themselves about however they liked. Idiocy was not contagious anyway...
"Aren't you going to the cocktail party and the dance?" At some point, Qingping had come to Yue Yang's side. After hesitating slightly, she finally sat down beside Yue Yang, who had hauled out a recliner onto the