The sea of clouds churned.
Gale-force winds howled past the bow.
A massive flying vessel tore through layer upon layer of clouds, racing toward the depths of the Cloud-Dream Realm.
Jiang Yuechu sat silently in a corner of the vessel, her eyes lowered, her expression cool and detached.
On the deck.
Jieqing disciples stood packed together in a dense mass.
Everyone's faces were taut, their breathing heavy.
Jiang Yuechu raised her eyes and quietly looked at the nervous Jieqing disciples around her.
A somewhat dry voice suddenly sounded by her ear.
"Actually, little friend Jiang, there's no need to be nervous..."
Jiang Yuechu tilted her head slightly.
Seeing the young woman look over.
True Lord Linghan gave a dry cough, trying his best not to look quite so nervous.
He leaned closer and lowered his voice in reassurance.
"Although once we enter the cave abode, our locations will be random... the chances of encountering fellow Dao Sect disciples are still quite high."
That was what he said.
Yet the slight tremble in his face still exposed his unrest.
Just then.
Two figures passed through the crowded Jieqing disciples and walked straight toward them.
"Guest Elder Jiang! Guest Elder Jiang!"
A crisp voice carried over from far away.
It seemed particularly conspicuous aboard the oppressive flying vessel.
Hmm?
Jiang Yuechu and True Lord Linghan both looked up.
They saw a man and a woman hurrying toward them.
The woman wore a green Daoist robe. Her face was lovely, excitement gleaming in her eyes, and she took enormous strides.
The young man following behind her, however, looked utterly ill at ease.
But seeing that his senior sister had already gone far ahead, he could only brace himself and follow.
When they drew near.
The young man stopped, looking rather embarrassed.
He clasped