The flying boat tore through the sky, moving at a tremendous speed.
At the prow, four prodigies of Huayue Mansion stood with robes fluttering, each raising their own Protective Spiritual Light to completely ward off the biting astral wind rushing at them, like Exiled Immortals on a journey.
At the stern, Chen Ye huddled in a corner, letting the few streaks of astral wind that slipped in whip his tattered gray robe until it snapped and flapped.
Looking closely,
it turned out Hua Jingxin had deliberately meddled in secret,
the girl was lazily leaning sideways against the jade railing of the flying boat, the leftover airflow pressing her simple white gauze dress against her body, tracing out in full the slender waist that one hand could not quite encircle, and that almost-bursting fullness at her chest.
