A thousand feet in the air.
Lu Xuan closed the "Common Spiritual Plants and Their Handling Methods" which he received from the girl in red. He stretched lazily and looked out the window.
Endless heavy clouds stretched outside the window, with long arcs of lightning in the distance.
The All Things Ship flew smoothly without any hint of turbulence.
Although his room was of the lowest class, Lu Xuan found it quite enjoyable. At least, he had a private and free space and could gaze at the sky's spectacle.
It had been more than half a month since he boarded the ship. During this time, he mainly stayed in his room, reading books and practicing.
He felt unusually uncomfortable not cultivating spiritual plants for such a long time, as if his bones had rusted.