The endless expanse of the azure sky was lazily adorned with drifting white clouds, occasionally stirred by a gentle breeze that caused slight movement, as sunlight poured through the layers of clouds, warmly illuminating the towering mountains below.
In the solitary sky, a sudden sound of fierce winds came, and soon on the horizon, a small black dot appeared.
A moment later, the black dot approached with the wind, finally transforming into a gigantic flying boat whistling past.
The hull of the flying boat was a hundred zhang long, with a height of about thirty zhang.
Such a colossal object capable of flying in the sky was indeed a grand spectacle.
On the flying boat, four figures stood, gazing at the sea below. Zhao Fujin took a deep breath and said, "After so long, we finally return. I wonder how my mother is doing? And my elder sister and the others, I miss them so much. But thinking about meeting them soon makes me a bit nervous."
