The midday sun spilled obliquely over the peak of Liangjie Mountain as a brilliantly shimmering Flying Boat slowly cut through the clouds. The cyan jade spirit patterns inlaid along the hull glowed softly, tracing delicate silver streaks through the fierce gale.
At the ship's rail, Li Pingyi stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a corner of his moon-white Daoist robe fluttering in the mountain wind. Looking out into the distance at the gradually shrinking outlines of the mountain peaks, he said leisurely, "That pretty much covers the main points. Anyway, I'll leave the specifics to you, Uncle-Master Zhao; you should have a natural talent for this kind of thing."
Zhao Jinlou puffed out his chest and brought a heavy palm down onto Li Pingyi's shoulder, the force making the youth sway: "Got it, Pingyi. Rest assured, absolutely nothing will go wrong."
Chapter 174