For the first time since the test flight conducted shortly after its creation, the sun once again bathed the Black Diamond's obsidian-and-silver fuselage.
The engines glowed a deep gold, rumbling softly as they carried the ship skyward.
Light streamed down the sharp lines of the hull, the black swallowing every ray while the silver details caught it in fleeting flashes.
Behind it, a trail like a mist of molten gold stretched across the sky.
That beautiful, elegant form sliced through the air so cleanly that it barely left a ripple in its wake.
As a rule, the Immortal Celestial Capital allowed only civilian ships inside its air space, and even then only with their weaponry fully deactivated and under the strict control of an advanced artificial intelligence.
The restriction existed mainly to prevent terrorist attacks.
Of course, for the Mu Family, that mattered little.
Settled into the pilot's seat, Qingyi kept his right hand on the throttle and his left on the control stick.
