C236 Yang Fann Is Dead

High above the border of West Shu Road, amidst the drifting white clouds, a hundred-foot-long dragon-shaped flying boat soared through the skies at a staggering speed ten times that of sound, as if it were a true dragon from the heavens, gliding effortlessly through the firmament.

At the helm stood a youth clad in black, his long hair billowing in the wind