High above the clouds, the jade carriage hummed with energy, its glow merging with the shifting hues of the sky.
Noah sat with eyes half-lidded, fingers resting lightly on his knee, his posture composed but alert.
Xin Yan was at his side, silent, her senses sharp and focused on the energy fluctuations ahead.
Mo Ji, quieter than usual, had retreated into her thoughts, trying to settle the storm of emotions still churning in her chest.
Below them, the vast sprawl of the Quan Empire's western territories lay hidden beneath a sea of clouds.
Mountains rose and fell like slumbering beasts, rivers curved like silver serpents, and the air was rich with spiritual essence.
But even amidst this natural beauty, danger always lingered.
Several flying beasts had attacked the carriage for entering their territory, but they all met their unfortunate end at the end of the solid walls of the carriage slamming into them.
