The Bai Clan's flying ship sailed smoothly across the skies, leaving a trail of faint golden ripples in its wake.
Inside, it was as if they had stepped into another world entirely.
Polished spiritwood halls gleamed under the soft light of qi-lanterns, silken drapes swayed gently with the motion of the vessel, and every corridor exuded quiet grandeur.
The floors, the walls, even the furniture—everything bore subtle inscriptions, harmonizing qi through the ship in a way that made it feel less like a vessel of war and more like a palace afloat in the heavens.
Meilin's eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to Mingzhu, whispering in awe.
"Sister Mingzhu… this ship… it's basically a palace in the skies! Look at those runes—this isn't just protection, it's also formation-linked heating and cooling. And that—"
She giggled softly, cheeks still faintly flushed from her earlier indulgence—
