Southern State, northern part.
In the void, a massive qionglou flying boat sped through, cutting the wind.
This entirely snow-white qionglou flying boat, wherever it passed, day or night, spring or autumn, it always snowed. The pure white snow fluttered down, not melting upon contact with water, not thickening with the wind or dissolving in fire—quite mystical.
On the deck.
A beautiful young woman dressed in a white gown, with hair like a waterfall and delicate features like those of a painted lady, stared blankly ahead: "Southern State, I have returned! Xiao Yi, how have you been?"
This young lady was none other than Fang Qingzhu, who had been taken to Baiyu.
"Your Highness, you left the holy land to journey millions of miles to come to this Southern State, what is it for exactly?" Next to her, a charming maid asked curiously.
Fang Qingzhu smiled faintly, her eyes forming crescents: "You'll naturally understand once we arrive!"
