Feiyan Lake.
The Feiyan Lake in early winter appears more desolate than usual.
Vast stretches of reeds have withered to a yellow hue, leaving countless stalks standing in the water, depriving waterfowl of a place to perch, forcing them to fly further south to warmer lands.
Not many fishermen dare to approach this expansive body of water, and at this time of year, it is even more desolate.
Yet, at the edge of Feiyan Lake, a black-roofed fishing boat quietly floats.
Wearing a straw raincoat, Zhang Yuan sits at the bow, holding a fishing rod.
But his attention is not on the fishing float at all.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan, or more precisely, his divine soul consciousness, is soaring in the sky, overlooking the Feiyan Lake below.
Flight is undoubtedly an eternal dream for humans.
Although Zhang Yuan, with only Tier Two cultivation, is still very far from reaching the level of flying across the sky.
