Jiang Ying Yue blinked her eyes to adjust to the bright blueness of... the sky?
With... no ground beneath her-- anywhere to be seen.
Panic set in immediately, Yue's heart racing and her chi circulating rapidly... but thankfully, her body acted on its own.
That is-- she drew her flying sword and held on for dear life!
The last thing she wanted was to fall tens of thousands of yalms into-- whatever!
Ying Yue was a half-step Monarch! But... falling that distance was a little unreasonable.
Once Ying Yue was certain she was somewhat safe, she mounted her sword properly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Only a few moments ago, she was in the company of the Sect Elder and her brother.
It felt like... she'd stepped into a teleport formation?
It wouldn't have been the first time... but she had never been so blindsided by one before.
Ying Yue - “Do you grant wishes?”
Jerim Jya - “You’re thinking of royal Djinn, Ying Yue.”
Ying Yue - “I wish for another milk tea.”
Jerim Jya - “You can ask normally, y’know.”
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Jerim Jya: Helmeted, green-haired cloud lady. She claims to be a messenger.
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Slightly longer chapter this sun (1400 words.) It would have made sense to cut it at 1000, and put 400 in tomorrow's but... then it would mix with the new volume's actual first chapter.
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This is the struggle of the WN writer.