The flying boat was an awe-inspiring sight, its vast size a testament to the wealth and power of the White Tiger Sect.
Yet, despite its grandeur, only eighteen passengers occupied its decks, their numbers sparse against the vessel's immense scale.
Most of the disciples remained focused on their cultivation, quietly sitting cross-legged in their quarters, minds entirely absorbed in their spiritual practices.
The atmosphere was serene, the hum of the flying boat gliding through the clouds the only sound that occasionally broke the silence.
In a private room at the rear of the boat, however, things were far more lively. Nero and his companions sat around a richly adorned table, indulging in a grand feast.
Plates piled high with delicacies filled the air with mouth-watering aromas. Kaelen, the group's ever-diligent servant, had outdone himself yet again, proving that his culinary skills were as impeccable as his devotion.
