Ruxue's plump, perfect ass bounced on Qingyi's lap as she appeared inside the ship, her soft flesh rippling slightly with the impact before settling into place.
Without hesitation, she made a quick gesture with her hands and the hatch closed, the large front window darkening completely, hiding them from the outside world.
"Uh... do you know how to fly this thing?" Qingyi asked, his hands resting on Ruxue's wide hips as she shook her hips gently, settling into his lap.
He was surprised, especially considering the time she had spent away from the Celestial Heavens, but after reflecting for a moment, it made sense.
Technology in the Celestial Realm was advanced, infinitely more advanced than that on Earth, but it didn't receive much attention.
Cultivation was the path to immortality. What was the point of spending fortunes on high technology that, in the end, would never be a match for a cultivator?
