The Flying Boat could ascend to a considerable height, usually able to maintain its position above the sea of clouds, allowing one to see the early sun slowly rising from amidst the clouds.
Cheng Guang felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as though he was on an airplane in a previous life.
Cheng Guang stood on the deck and watched the scenery for a while, but soon he lost much of his interest.
After all, high above the sea of clouds, the view below was not very clear, and the environment was monotonous. After looking for a long time, it wasn't very interesting.
Cheng Guang returned to his room inside the Flying Boat to rest.
Although the constables from the Bureau of the Lamp were not military men, they still maintained clear discipline. Once aboard the Flying Boat, there was not much conversation, and everyone was silent and taciturn.
Even though there were dozens of people on this Flying Boat, to Cheng Guang, it felt as if there were only two or three.
