Fleeting clouds drifted slowly into the vast distance. Geese flew from the north, line after line.
The airship glided swiftly through the air, scattering the dense clouds and leaving a trail across the vast sky.
Mo Li stood silently at a railing on the fore of the airship. The thick railing pillar seemed mismatched with her slender figure. The Longsword, a pair to Xiao Ruoching's, hung at her waist. A dark cloak draped over her, her silver hair streaming behind her.
Her eyes were fixed on a certain spot in the crowd, her fingers seemingly tapping a rhythm on her scabbard.
"HONK... HONK..."
The lead goose cried out as it passed, leaving but a fleeting, graceful shadow.
Following her gaze, a resolute-looking young man felt his skin crawl under her scrutiny. His heart pounded, and he involuntarily stepped back a few paces.
However, a Disciple beside him still watched with an envious expression. Soon, the murmurs of other fellow Disciples could be heard:
