Her face still bore that unsmiling expression, yet she called Uncle Chen with increasing familiarity.
Moreover, even she hadn't noticed, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes when she looked at Chen Ye.
On the evening of the third day, the spiritual ship's speed gradually slowed.
"Uncle Chen, we're almost there." Li Qiuyun knocked on the door from outside, her voice carrying a hint of joy.
Chen Ye opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance flickered in his pupils.
He rose and approached the porthole, only to see the rolling sea of clouds below gradually thinning, revealing the undulating, verdant mountain range.
And amidst those enclosing hills, a magnificent and opulent array of palaces and pavilions appeared, seemingly a fairyland, faintly visible under the afterglow of the sunset.
The Lingyin Sect, finally arrived!
After passing through a patch of swirling mist, the spiritual ship finally landed gently on the vast White Jade Plaza suspended mid-air.
