The laughter lingering across the silver-white vessel gradually dispersed into smaller conversations as the two ships drifted farther apart once more. The temporary spiritual bridge dissolved into countless particles of qi that scattered into the mountain winds, leaving only the steady rhythm of the convoy continuing through the narrowing valley.
Several Cloud Peak disciples remained near the railing of their own vessel, still waving toward the Celestial Sword Sect ship as though parting from old acquaintances rather than people they had only met the previous night.
Lee Bie responded enthusiastically.
"Practice your catching!"
One disciple cupped both hands around his mouth.
"Bring another ball next time!"
"I'll bring two."
"You'll lose both."
"They'll become tactical sacrifices."
Laughter echoed between the vessels before distance slowly swallowed the voices.
