The image had been so vivid that it felt almost real, as if Tang Aining ad truly experienced the moment rather than merely glimpsing it through the threads of fate.
And it had not ended there.
The vision hinted that what followed after that kiss was far more intimate, though the details had blurred like mist within the flow of destiny.
"…"
Tang Aining slowly opened her eyes.
Her calm expression remained, but her thoughts were in complete turmoil.
For someone who had lived more than three thousand years, she had long believed that very little could truly shake her composure.
Yet what she had just seen had unsettled her more than she was willing to admit.
She remained silent for a long time, sitting alone in meditation as the flying boat continued gliding through the sky.
***
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was walking toward the entrance of the academy together with Li Zhiyan and Ye Jian.
