Jiang Qiao had never seen the painted boat at dawn. Bathed in the color of snow, its three-tiered eaves curled upward like wings, where a flock of pigeons alighted before spiraling away into the distance.
Few knew that atop these three tiers, there existed a fourth.
Watching the fluid grace of the pigeons, it seemed they couldn't touch that fourth level at all. Perhaps the so-called fourth floor was merely a space extended through a secret command, possessing no physical form in reality. Jiang Qiao noted that the pigeons brushed past the third tier, seemingly unable to perceive the space above.
Chapter 99