The next day, under the dense cover of leaves and branches, Colin emerged from the treehouse suspended in midair.
The weather was clear today—the golden morning light streamed through the gaps in the leaves, making one feel instantly refreshed.
It must be said that, based solely on the weather, today was an excellent day for hosting celebrations.
However, the Miracle Meeting was not actually affected by the weather—it took place above the clouds.
Colin had initially been astonished by such cloud-top constructions, but by now they were no longer unfamiliar to him.
After becoming a Councilman, he had learned that above each Miracle City, there were similarly many floating buildings.
The only exception was the grand council hall where he had once met the Supreme Councilman, which stood alone.
"Good morning, Colin," Ryden, who had also just emerged from a nearby treehouse, greeted with a smile. "How was last night?"
