The Pleasure Palace bracelet hummed faintly against my wrist as Yue and I blurred through the southern skies, our enhanced cultivation turning the landscape below into a streaking mosaic of green forests and jagged peaks.
The wind whipped at our robes, but neither of us felt the chill—my Great Vehicle aura wrapped around us like a protective shroud, while Yue's Peak Soul Formation power let her match my pace effortlessly, her bow slung across her back and her green hair streaming like a banner.
We didn't speak much at first.
The system's warning about the Draconic Spiritual Vine's impending detonation hung between us like a storm cloud, its 72-hour countdown ticking away in the back of my mind.
Lily Quin—that scheming woman—had turned what should have been a slow depletion into a realm-shaking catastrophe, and every second we wasted brought us closer to a blast that could wipe out half the continent. Including us, if we weren't careful.
