Prologue (Part Three)

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.