Astral Plane (1)

"Eh...?"

"Dad?"

Yue's soft, melodic voice trembled with surprise as she watched Wang Xiao, suddenly drift into slumber without uttering a single word.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, adding a hint of innocence to her otherwise serene expression.

His chest remained still—no sign of breath—but Yue, with her past experiences, believed it to be nothing more than another of his deep sleeps.

What she couldn't have known, however, was that in this very moment, Wang Xiao's soul had quietly slipped from his body.

Now, he hovered above, gazing down not just at his beloved daughter but also at his own form, which lay peacefully below.

"Astral plane, huh..."

Wang Xiao mused softly, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips as he floated effortlessly in the air.

The world around him was unchanged, yet eerily distant, for in this ethereal state, no one could hear him or witness his presence.