They flew upward along the spine of the mountain range, reaching the clouds at the summit where the rock faces formed winding lines in the morning mist.
When countless rays of dawn pierced the clouds, Ning Xuan saw the sea of clouds below, seemingly ablaze. Hills of various heights and shapes dotted the landscape, while isolated, wind-eroded rock pillars cast long, thin shadows. The scene resembled a chessboard left behind by ancient giants.
"Hold on tight." Di Youlin suddenly folded his wings, taking her into a vertical dive. Ning Xuan faced the wind, and in that moment of weightlessness, she saw them rapidly approaching the ground. The sea of clouds, the mountains, the trees, the green grass—like pieces of a puzzle—went from scattered points to a cohesive whole, gradually coming into focus.
Ning Xuan wrapped her arms tightly around Di Youlin's neck, her eyes shining with excitement. This feeling of soaring freely between heaven and earth was intoxicating.
