They boarded the flying boat, and the vast sky stretched endlessly before them.
The journey back to the Stone Mountain Sect would take three days, with nothing but the soft hum of the formation-driven vessel and the occasional passing of floating islands to break the monotony.
As the boat drifted smoothly through the clouds, Veronica leaned closer to Riley, her delicate fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm.
"Are you not worried about the Phantom Abyss Sect or the Prince Clan attacking, Riley?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
She had, of course, left the Drunken Immortal Pavilion behind to follow Riley. There was simply no turning back—her body and soul craved him.
She called it love, an intoxicating obsession that had reignited her spirit. Her days of mourning for her late husband were over.
Life was fleeting, and she refused to waste another moment dwelling on the past when her future lay beside Riley.
Riley smirked, his golden eyes flickering with amusement.
