A year later.
There were now fifteen astral islands within the fifth stratum, all slowly circling each other. Ji Ning sat within one of the astral islands, seated atop a wooden seat and slowly sipping a cup of wine as he read through the golden book.
Whoosh.
One of the other astral islands in the fifth stratum suddenly began to drop down towards the fourth stratum.
"What a mess." Ning couldn't help but sigh softly.
