Clouds rise and fall, and the Cloud Lotus Ship has been flying for nearly three days.
Outside the cabin, the fierce wind howls, yet not a single strand of He Shutong's hair stirs. She is enveloped in a gentle Profound Qi, levitating and meditating with her eyes closed, like a still lotus flower.
You Su, however, could not withstand the wanton cold wind high above. Not daring to disturb his Master, he closed the cabin door and returned inside.
Inside the cabin, Fairy Wangshu was already asleep on the large lotus platform.
In fact, You Su could feel that this senior sister had an extraordinary cultivation level. She had not rested for a moment along the way, persistently asking him all sorts of bizarre questions. It seemed she wouldn't feel tired even after a long time without sleep. But You Su was somewhat tired of responding, so he had to gently suggest:
"Senior sister, won't you rest a bit?"
