C171 Mimesis Mist.

The next day.

The Cloud Boats slowly flew in the golden morning light.

On the platform in front of the Cloud Boats, one could already vaguely see the outline of the Imperial City.

Shang Yunqi stood at the entrance of the Cloud Boats, preparing to guide the passengers to leave the Cloud Boats when they landed.

"Good morning, Manager Shang."

A laugh suddenly sounded from behind him