But Shen Lang couldn't hear any of this.
A very bleak fact remained: she rode a cloud and floated smoothly down the mountain. A strong gust of wind even kicked up along the way, blowing her downhill as if aiding a villain in their escape.
All the while, she wondered: '?? Where the hell is that guy Changfan?'
'Why didn't he come to stop me?'
'Was I not standing high enough? Have I lost all value as an object of observation?'
The cloud came to a steady stop at a small pavilion at the foot of the mountain, but it still seemed eager to press onward.
Shen Lang: "…"
'Enough, enough. Stop floating.' She had never been so speechless in her life.
'Changfan must know by now, right? ...Right??'
'…Damn it all!'
This was the first time the great Shen Huoshui had miscalculated since entering this world!
Shen Lang patted the soft cloud beneath her, sighed, and hopped off.
