The soft, rhythmic beating of the giant turtle's flippers against the high-altitude winds created a gentle vibration that ran through the entire wooden deck.
Sitting at the absolute edge of the tail section, Tony Clark kept the paper plugs firmly inside his ears, completely insulated from the malicious laughter of the teenagers around him. His dark eyes remained fixed on the magnificent expanse of the clouds, completely enjoying the fairy-tale scenery.
However, his active Truth Eye suddenly caught a very distinct, incredibly pure fluctuation of spiritual energy right beside him. He shifted his gaze toward the nice-looking lady who was still focused on her artwork.
When Tony looked through his supreme vision, a sharp, villainous grin almost appeared on his face. He instantly perceived that beneath her faded, plain cotton clothes, she possessed an extraordinarily rich bloodline trace and carried multiple high-grade defensive treasures hidden inside her spatial ornaments.
