The two girls disappeared through the doorway. Only Chen Hao and a group of Amber Star Moth Clan members remained in the council hall.
Watching the direction the two had vanished in, Xiao Wuwang said softly, "Lively."
Chen Hao gave a hum of agreement without commenting further.
Behind them, Xiao Ye finally found a chance to speak. "Ancestor, how long will the Celestial Venerable stay with the clan? Should we arrange..."
"No need to arrange anything," Chen Hao interrupted. "Just go about your lives as usual."
Xiao Ye shut his mouth.
Xiao Wuwang looked at Chen Hao. Ten thousand years had passed, and the Celestial Venerable still had the same temperament. He disliked pomp and empty ceremony. He had been the same back then.
Yang Wanqing's footsteps rang out in crisp taps across the ice field.
The Amber Star Moth Clan's territory was far larger than she had imagined. On the first day, they only explored the area around its center.
The tightly packed ice houses, groves of ice trees, ice flower gardens, and nests of spirit moths raised by the clan.
The seventy-six clan members lived scattered across different Icelands. They traveled between them on spirit moths. There were no bridges, no roads. Step outside, and there was only the void.
"Yaoyao, what happens if you forget your keys when you go out here?" Yang Wanqing stood at the edge of an Iceland and looked down. Beneath her feet lay a bottomless gray-white void.
"Call a moth to pick you up." Chen Siyao pointed at the Ice Moths circling overhead.
"What if you get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night?"
"...Can you be normal for once?"
Yang Wanqing chuckled twice, then crouched to inspect the ice beside her feet. Something was swimming beneath it.