The journey continued in silence.
When the group gradually descended from the boundless sea of clouds onto the foothills of a mountain that looked as ordinary as could be, Li Qiu let out a long breath. Despite being escorted by two envoys over the past few days, he had never flown in the sky for so long, and both his body and mind were truly exhausted. Looking at Li Zhuo and Wang Suo, he saw that their faces were also somewhat pale, their initial excitement having given way to a dazed stillness.
It was hardly surprising that they were dazed. The foothills before them were indistinguishable from Tianzhu Mountain in Li Qiu's hometown—filled with the same mountains, rivers, grasses, trees, insects, fish, birds, and beasts. A winding footpath snaked upward, circling the green mountain ahead until it vanished straight into the clouds.
Chapter 57