At dawn, the big ship set sail, leaving Nanli Island.
Although the number of cultivators on board had dwindled with each departure, and figures such as the revered Transcendent Wuya, Li Fengling with his irresistible punches, and six unfathomable Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivators from the Fuyun Sect had perished, it was of no significance to the mortal crew on the ship. They did not even sense the demise of these individuals, merely assuming that they had left early.
At the bow, Lin Man held a Jade Talisman in her hand.
Etched upon the talisman were lines of orientation and scales, and a deep-blue starlight flickered upon it every few breaths, acting like a radar from the Cultivation World.
"The Six Yin Fu Rong Snake is naturally sensitive and suspicious," said Lin Man.
"Hmm."
Ning Daoran nodded, wondering to himself, why did the nature of this Six Yin Fu Rong Snake resemble Emperor Wei so much?
