The valley was famous because the entire area was filled with floating stones.
Huge pieces of rock drifted above the ground, held up by ancient spiritual currents.
Some were no larger than a fist.
Others were the size of houses.
Small sects had built platforms on the larger stones.
Traveling cultivators used the floating rocks as shortcuts across the valley.
It was a beautiful sight.
Su Yubing stood on the caravan roof and watched them.
Mo Yuxin stood behind her, holding her waist.
"Careful."
Su Yubing smiled.
"I am stronger than you think."
"I know."
"Then why are you holding me?"
"Because I want to."
Su Yubing leaned back against her.
"You always win that argument."
Suddenly a floating rock ahead exploded.
A young cultivator fell out of the debris.
Qin Lian shouted for the caravan to stop.
Mo Yuxin and Su Yubing were already moving.
They landed on the floating rock.
The young man was badly injured.
