In the midst of the clouds, where the mist was ethereal as if in the Immortal Realm, Yinglong soared above. Behind its double horns, Xin Yun reclined leisurely on a specially made lounge chair. To his left, Yi Luo Xiang lay half-reclining in his arms, her eyes half-closed, her face brimming with joy.
During this recent period, Xin Yun had not distanced himself from Yi Luo Xiang despite the inclusion of Yan Qingying. On the contrary, they had grown even closer. As for Yan Qingying, although Xin Yun was very polite and respectful, never treating her like a servant, this very fact made their relationship somewhat awkward.
What made Yi Luo Xiang happiest was that even though Yan Qingying was very beautiful, Xin Yun's thoughts were clearly focused on her. He did not take advantage of Yan Qingying's situation. In respecting Yan Qingying, he showed even greater respect for Yi Luo Xiang and for himself.
