The river had no opposite bank.
Wei Li Feng only realized it when the boat finally slowed and drifted into stillness. There was no shoreline waiting for them, no solid earth, no curve of land rising from the water. Instead, an entire city hovered before his eyes, suspended above a vast, invisible current — as though reality itself had forgotten where the world was meant to end.
The boat did not splash.
There was no sound of waves against wood, no rippling reflections of lanterns trembling on the surface. The vessel glided forward smoothly, carried by something unseen, moving through space that felt less like water and more like breath — soft, weightless, unreal.
Wei Li Feng stepped down.
His boots met nothing that resembled water, yet they did not sink. The surface beneath him was firm, steady, cold. He took another step, then another, walking across what looked like a dark, bottomless river as though it were polished marble.
No wetness.
No instability.
