A sharp hiss battered Xuefeng's ears the moment Yiren slowed her flight. He blinked past the swirl of wind to see a series of waterfalls, their cascading torrents plunging from countless cliffs all around him. In the distance, fog banks glowed in the slanting sunlight, drifting below tree-laden terraces and intricately built cities perched high above. It felt like he was peering into an otherworldly canyon where the waters from every corner of creation converged.
When he'd walked the city streets earlier, he'd heard no sign of these thunderous falls – probably due to the thick canopy of trees or a strategic soundproof barrier that allowed the elves to live in relative calm. Now, suspended in midair with Yiren, he saw the truth: an immeasurable ring of water gushing over canyon walls, sluicing into the mists below.
