Flying high in the sky, Wu Han sat on one of the corners sulking about how he was insulted in front of his own disciples by Xin Yan and the fact that he was left.
"To think you would have a Tier 8 Flying artifact of this quality." Seeing Noah standing at the edge of the boat, Wu Han approached him and asked out loud.
"It's not mine, it's hers." Noah pointed at Xin Yan with his eyes before looking back at the beautiful view they were flying over.
"She is your mother, right?" Wu Han asked with a sly look on his face. Noah did not even have to guess what he was thinking.
"Not what you are thinking. We are not related but related at the same time. It's complicated." Saying those words, Noah looked at the said woman, recalling the discussion they had a few days back.
Xin Yan was piloting the ship to fly at its slowest speed just so Song Liu could enjoy the ride, but everything was still too fast for her to keep up with. So she just sat at the edge of the bow, enjoying the feeling.
