The sea of clouds surged, radiating brilliant rays.
A nimble flying ship traversed the vast sea of clouds, Zhou Qing stood at the bow with hands clasped behind, his green robe fluttering in the wind.
On the deck, Luo Lingling spread her arms wide, letting the breeze scatter her long hair.
At this moment, she had already taken off her bullhead mask, her delicate face glowing with a radiant luster under the sunlight.
After taking a deep breath, she suddenly shouted, "How—free—it—is!"
Zhou Qing's lips curved slightly, with a gentle tap of his fingertip, the flying ship continued to accelerate, weaving through the sea of clouds.
Soon, Luo Lingling lightly stepped beside Zhou Qing.
She tilted her head to appraise this junior, a mischievous smile in her eyes: "How come you left without saying goodbye, aren't you afraid Jin Mantang and others will be jumping in urgency?"
Zhou Qing gave a faint smile, "I've said all that needed to be said, why delay any further? Moreover—"
