Two days.
She had finally learned to fly.
High in the sky, Celeste Grant stood steadily on her sword. A transparent layer of Spiritual Energy enveloped her, shielding her from the resistance of the wind.
Without that Spiritual Energy protecting her, the wind from flying fast enough would blow you right off, let alone let you move forward.
The wind billowed her robes, making Celeste Grant look ethereal and fairy-like. Who would have thought that one day, she too would be flying through the sky just like in the TV shows?
At this very moment, she really wanted to say something. 'My dear family, you gotta believe in science.'
The end of science is metaphysics, and she was now a firm believer in the science of Cultivation.
Before her, clouds wreathed mountains and rivers. She could fly high or low as she pleased, and she had to admit, the feeling was incredible.
