Sunlight sprinkled on the wooden hull, revealing some peculiar runes emitting a gentle glow.
The glow gave rise to a faint light shield around the entire ship, pushing aside the surrounding air.
This allowed the ship's speed to be several times faster than that of ordinary wooden boats.
At this moment, on the leading large ship's plank, stood a young man in a white robe with a jade hairpin, his figure tall and straight.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly watching the waves ahead.
The constant undulation of the vessel did not seem to affect him at all.
After watching for a long time, the young man spoke indifferently, "Chang Fu, how much longer until we can catch the Spirit Salamander?"
The short and stout middle-aged man standing beside the young man leaned forward slightly and said, "Young Master, rest assured, we have marked the Spirit Salamander with a tracking spell.
It cannot escape!
