Possessiveness

Feng Shen let out an exaggerated sigh, his fingers drumming idly against the surface of his cloud.

The sky stretched endlessly around him, a vast expanse of blue and white, yet none of it excited him.

The creatures that roamed these heights — sky serpents, spirit birds, and even the occasional wandering cultivator — avoided Feng Shen completely.

It was as if they could sense the bloodlust lingering beneath his casual demeanor, and none dared to test their luck.

"Pathetic," Feng Shen muttered, watching as a flock of spirit cranes scattered at the mere sight of him. "At least put up a little resistance…"

Growing restless, he stood atop the cloud; the wind whipping through his hair. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning, then suddenly let himself fall forward, diving straight toward the ground below.

The wind roared in his ears, the world spinning in a blur of colors as he plummeted like a shooting star.