Su Mo wasn't aware of the discussions behind him, and his nature was such that he wouldn't pay much attention to them.
That's just how he was—aside from his family and close ones, he generally ignored others unless they provoked him.
If someone did provoke him, well, that was a different story.
High above the sky, Su Mo and Su Yu sat atop the Golden-winged Heaven-Swallowing Tiger, watching the swirling clouds beneath them and the Celestial City where they'd lived for nearly 20 years gradually shrink from view, filling their hearts with emotion.
Though it wasn't Su Mo's first time flying, the last time he flew was when Old Wang caught him outside the city and brought him back.
But back then, he wasn't in the mood to appreciate the scenery of the Celestial City.
Now, riding on his own mount with his sister, the two soared freely through the skies.
