Pei Yuhang stood on his Spirit Sword, one arm around two peerless beauties as he sped through the air.
Even with the Wind-Resistant Spirit Shield blocking most of the astral winds, wisps of air from their extreme speed still seeped through, blowing Shang Miaoyan's waterfall-like hair back.
A few mischievous strands of her dark hair brushed against her fair cheek and Pei Yuhang's neck, creating a subtle tickle.
However, if she could just ignore Lin Qianyan, who was currently "sharing" Xiaohan, she would be thoroughly enjoying this moment of peace in his arms.
In countless quiet, lonely nights, or during fleeting moments of distraction from her Cultivation, she had dreamed of something just like this.
In her dreams, there was no animosity between her and Pei Yuhang, no tangled past pulling them apart, no clandestine affair that would earn the scorn of thousands… They were just like any other couple, soaring through a sky filled with the warm, brilliant colors of sunset.
