Whoosh~
The sun was hidden behind a sea of clouds, with glimpses of the glaciers and earth below occasionally showing through the gaps.
Above the clouds, two figures rode a great sword formed from ice, speeding eastward. The biting wind was kept at bay, making them look like two heavenly immortals touring the mortal world, far removed from its cares.
Fan Qinghe wore a brilliant red-and-yellow gauze dress, looking like a fairy from an exotic land. Her makeup was exquisite, but her expression was a little nervous.
Although Fan Qinghe knew lightness skills, this was certainly her first time flying higher than an eagle. Watching the mountains and land flash past below, she leaned into Ye Jingtang's arms without daring to move, afraid that breathing a little too loudly would send her tumbling down.
After several flights, Ye Jingtang had gradually grown adept at controlling the sword. Holding the magnificently curvaceous Qinghe in both arms, he saw her fear and reassured her gently:
"It's fine. Relax. With our physiques, even if we really fell, we wouldn't break any bones."
Fan Qinghe knew a fall wouldn't hurt her, but she was still nervous on her first flight. Clutching her little bundle, she took a moment to recover before gradually relaxing.
They had long since passed Dongming Mountain and were now above Tianlang Lake. Although Fan Qinghe knew every village and town around this sacred lake of the Western Sea Tribes, this was her first time seeing it from the sky.
In Fan Qinghe's memory, Tianlang Lake was vast, so vast it couldn't be crossed, its northern shore forever beyond reach from the south.
But now, up in the sky, she discovered that Tianlang Lake, which had sustained and divided generations of the Western Sea Tribes, was actually no more than a