The flying ship cut through the clouds, its formation steady and unhurried.
The Heaven Sword Sect's mountain range soon appeared on the horizon—towering peaks, sword-shaped ridges, familiar yet strangely distant.
Kong Zhanghong stood at the bow, taking in the cool air.
Bai Zihan remained seated inside the cabin, eyes closed.
As the ship approached the outer airspace of the sect, formations shimmered to life.
Then—
A sharp fluctuation.
The ship slowed abruptly.
Several flying figures shot up from below, swords beneath their feet, robes marked with the Heaven Sword Sect insignia.
Guards.
One of them raised a hand, Qi amplifying his voice.
"Halt!"
"This is Heaven Sword Sect airspace!"
"All incoming flying ships are required to undergo thorough inspection before landing!"
Kong Zhanghong's eyes narrowed.
(Inspection?)
In the past, Bai Zihan's ship could descend freely.
He stepped forward, voice sharp.
