The Eldest Princess's Residence.
The sun sank behind the western hills. Brilliant lights came on around the garden, and maids in colorful clothes began preparing drinks and gambling implements in the Banquet Hall.
In the garden, Zhao Ling wore a magnificent palace gown and exquisitely applied makeup. Holding a ribbon, she kept issuing instructions, helplessness and a trace of envy in her eyes:
"Stop drifting all over the place. Xie Jinhuan makes flying look so easy. Why are you wobbling around like a dog paddling?"
The other end of the ribbon was held in the Iceberg Female Sword Immortal's hand.
Linghu Qingmo tried his utmost to ride the wind into the air, but controlling the Power of Heaven and Earth required Divine Soul power of a certain strength to guide it. His physique certainly qualified, but his Divine Soul power was relatively weak. With a little pony pulling a great cart, mastering control was easier said than done.
Linghu Qingmo's current predicament was like a novice driving a race car: the slightest mistake in handling sent him fishtailing, spinning, or crashing into a wall. He could only hold the ribbon to keep from flying too high and being unable to get down. Coal Ball flew back and forth beside him to help.
"You think Wind Riding looks easy when you watch a Transcendent Grade practitioner, but doing it yourself is completely different. I'm already learning very quickly-"
"I don't believe you. Why don't we switch too? I'd be flying wherever I pleased in fifteen minutes at most."
"This isn't children playing house. Coal Ball, don't push me."
"Gujiji."
In the nearby corridor, Nangong Ye wore a white dress, one hand behind his back, his bearing aloof and chilly. He looked like a young female sect master observing a leading disciple's