The flying ship pierced through the thick layers of clouds, leaving behind a long trail of white mist. The enormous vessel moved steadily through the sky, its formation engines humming softly as spiritual energy flowed through the intricate patterns engraved beneath its deck.
Inside the luxurious cabin, Tyler was reclining comfortably on a wide chair.
The journey toward the Murong Clan should have been a solemn one. After all, they were heading toward one of the most powerful ancient clans in the region. Any ordinary cultivator would have been sitting upright, carefully preparing themselves for what was to come.
Tyler, however, looked completely relaxed.
Three figures were currently sitting around him—or more accurately, sitting comfortably on his lap.
The Sinclair Sisters had apparently decided that traveling was the perfect opportunity to enjoy their master's attention.
