His voice was filled with laughter, full of vigor, and his calm demeanor commanded deep admiration from others, as he swiftly turned and headed west.
The silhouette of the young man had long sat cross-legged on the tip of the mast, unmoved by the ship's bashing against the waves. Only then did he stand up, and under the stunned gazes of thousands, he lightly waved his hand, causing a roaring flame to ascend skyward, akin to a fiery curtain engulfing the heavens, temporarily reddening the river's surface.
Following that, the young man turned and caught up with the other man's silhouette.
One in front and the other behind, they resembled two large birds, vanishing into the mist after appearing several times.
Zhu Gaoyang showed no intention of stopping, pressing the boy's shoulder as they headed west, with the distance during their flight almost losing its tangible sense.
Pei Ye's hair was quickly dried by the oncoming wind, and he loudly asked, "Where are we heading?"
