The flying boat glided steadily across the endless expanse of blue sky, its shimmering barrier parting the clouds like waves on a gentle sea.
The world below was nothing but a blur of green mountains and silver rivers, a view so vast it could make one forget how small they truly were.
For cultivators like Riley and Selena, mortal needs such as hunger and fatigue had long become irrelevant.
Their spiritual energy sustained them far beyond what food or rest could ever provide.
Still, Riley found the silence somewhat dull.
He had hoped to tease Selena again—just a little, perhaps to see that familiar frown of irritation that always softened into reluctant amusement.
But she had sealed herself inside her cultivation chamber since their departure, refusing to emerge even once.
With no one to talk to and nothing to distract him, the first day passed quietly. So did the second.
And the third.
