In the midst of the sea of clouds, a blue Yinglong glided silently. On the dragon's head, Xin Yun comfortably sat, leaning against three Dragon Spines, his arms crossed in front of his chest, holding the soft-as-cotton Yi Luo Xiang, inhaling her sweet scent, completely oblivious of the years gone by.
Although Yi Luo Xiang also had her own dragon, flying through the sea of clouds was necessary to avoid danger. Hidden by the fog, they were usually undetectable.
It could be said that other dragons simply couldn't make it flying through Yunhai like this. The clouds were dense, like thick fog, allowing visibility of only about ten meters. In such conditions, orienting oneself was impossible.
Typically, flying relied on referencing objects on the ground... after all, this world didn't have things like satellite navigation. That was the only method.