Thousands of miles of clear skies, as blue as washed.
A spirit boat, emanating a deep blue glow, was flying swiftly through the sky.
Lu Miaoge, with her hair elegantly coiffed high, her face beautiful and serene, was wearing a snow-white dress, dignified in manners, as she steered the spirit boat.
On the boat sat several young boys and girls, ranging from five or six to about ten years old.
"Aunty, how much longer till we get there?"
A young boy around eleven or twelve, with a handsome face and bright red lips, dressed in a green shirt, asked Lu Miaoge.
"Qingshan, in three or four days we'll arrive,"
Upon hearing Lu Qingshan's question, Lu Miaoge's beautiful and gentle face revealed a faint smile as she spoke softly.
"Three or four days, huh,"
Lu Qingshan, upon hearing this, immediately made an exaggerated display of weariness.
He then looked over at his younger sister, Lu Qingzhu.
He pinched her little cheek and said, "Come on, little Zhu, tell your brother a story."