The Cloud Boat swept past the last mountain ridge, and the gray-white ruins of the Netherworld Palace vanished completely into the clouds and mist.
Zi Yuner stood at the bow, holding the withered flower petal.
The wind snapped her sleeves and drew her long, deep-purple hair into a slender arc behind her.
She had not spoken, but the hand clutching the petal had never loosened.
The sight of it brought its owner to mind; she really did miss her royal father a little. Ever since boarding the Cloud Boat, her wandering thoughts had never returned.
Lin Shisan leaned quietly against the railing, his thoughts long since flown elsewhere as well. He missed his father too.
All the glory he enjoyed today had been bought with his father Lin Qinghan's life.
Yet now, despite his exalted position as the Danyang Sect's Saint Child, he still had not uncovered the true cause of his father's death. He had not a single lead.
Whoosh, whoosh...
Suddenly, the Message Stone at his chest began flashing incessantly. It felt faintly hot when he took it in his hand.
He activated it with his Divine Sense, and Feng Xian'er's voice came through, carrying a hint of gritted teeth.
"Dark-Skinned Boy, if you don't come back soon, those old fossils from the Immortal Alliance are going to trample Cold Moon Peak's threshold to pieces. Senior Brother Bai held them off for you for three days and nights, but he couldn't hold them back anymore this morning. Get your ass back here."
"Understood, Master. We're nearly there. Yun'er and I are on our way back. We won't miss lunch."
Lin Shisan put away the Message Stone and looked toward the Sea of Clouds ahead.
The Cloud Boat flew for another hour and a half before the outline of