To avoid alarming the common people, the Heavenly Boat picked up speed and altitude once it exited the valley.
Billowing clouds surged and undulated as though one could extend a hand and grasp the silky, veil-like mist.
A flock of birds approached from the east, skimming close to the billowing sails, gliding with the wind.
The students from various countries leaned against the railings, their hearts stirred, as they recited poetry in hushed voices.
"Risheng, why don't you join the others in discussing poetry?" Su Feng approached with a cheery smile, carrying a stack of papers in his hand.
Li Ang glanced at Li Hui and the others, who were deeply engrossed in their poetry, and shook his head. "I am well aware of my own level of literary competence, so I'd rather not join the crowd."
Compared to reciting poetry, he was more curious about this ship. How did such a huge vessel take flight? Where were its hidden energy reserves?
