Clouded Ember Village was nestled high among mist-laced cliffs, where the clouds rolled like waves and the sun filtered through them in golden streaks.
A chain of floating terraces spiraled down from a hovering mountain lake, warmed by spirit veins that birthed a natural hot spring network famous among rogue cultivators and exhausted sect disciples alike.
Tian Shen's boots hit the floating dock with a faint clack. He exhaled slowly.
Feng Yin followed close behind, squinting against the glare of the rising sun.
"Smells like... jasmine and toasted cinnaberries."
Little Mei sniffed the air, acting more like a floating chaise than a proper war beast.
"And marshmallows. I detect marshmallows."
A squat old man in layered robes blinked at them from behind the check-in desk of the Spirit Springs Pavilion.
"You here to soak?"
"...Yup, to soak."
Tian Shen replied.
The old man eyed him up and down.
