The Southern Tang Dynasty, Part I

Wu Jian walked down the boarding ramp alongside Mei Xilan, Youmei, and several other cultivators. The air was filled with the combined scents of saltwater, briny sea breezes, and thee faint, intoxicating aroma of elemental cultivation fuel used by airships. He had once heard someone say the fuel was liquidized spirit stones, but he didn’t know how true that was.

The dock was a hive of activity, with merchants, travelers, and crew members bustling about. Vendors peddled exotic goods and snacks while crew members prepared their vessels for departure. The lively and vibrant atmosphere contained a constant thrum of anticipation. It mixed with the symphony of sounds, from the wooden decks creaking underfoot to the gentle lapping of water against the quay, which harmonized with the gentle thrum of airships as they prepared for take off.

As he took in the sights, a group of six appeared before them.

She’s here…