Zhu Dongfeng drifted like a single withered willow leaf in the wind, traveling a hundred miles a day.
At the upturned prow of the boat, a figure stood embracing a sword. Behind came the laughter of young men and women, while ahead lay the endless dark. Mortal towns and villages looked like fireflies in the night, sparking a tiny pool of light before being left far behind by the speeding magical artifact.
"Senior Sister Xu, why are you still standing here?"
Chapter 17