Jiang Ying Yue blinked her eyes to adjust to the bright blueness of... the sky?
With... no ground beneath her-- anywhere to be seen.
Panic set in immediately, Yue's heart racing and her chi circulating rapidly... but thankfully, her body acted on its own.
That is-- she drew her flying sword and held on for dear life!
The last thing she wanted was to fall tens of thousands of yalms into-- whatever!
Ying Yue was a half-step Monarch! But... falling that distance was a little unreasonable.
Once Ying Yue was certain she was somewhat safe, she mounted her sword properly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Only a few moments ago, she was in the company of the Sect Elder and her brother.
It felt like... she'd stepped into a teleport formation?
It wouldn't have been the first time... but she had never been so blindsided by one before.
