Two days later, in the southern outskirts of Yunyang City.
A gigantic airship stood steadily docked at a long, narrow landing platform.
Unlike the Yunyang flying ship, this vessel had five decks and four sails at the front and rear, towering like a building, narrow at the bottom and broad above.
If the Yunyang flying ship was a warship, then this was a cruise liner—the difference between the two was obvious at a glance.
The flag hanging above its prow bore the emblem of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce.
Wang Chen sat in a VIP compartment, gazing through the crystal porthole at Yunyang City in the distance.
His heart was filled with emotion.
Over the past half month, his previously tranquil cultivation life had been like a still pond struck by a massive boulder, abruptly undergoing earth-shaking changes.
Everything had come too quickly, even catching Wang Chen somewhat off guard.
But he did not regret his choice in the slightest.
Drawing back his gaze, Wang Chen took a short sword from his Storage Bag.
It was Changchun's message-bearing flying sword.
The flying sword carried the message Changchun had left behind, whose essence could be summed up in a single word.
Leave!
Not only that, three strands of sword intent had been sealed within the flying sword.
For Wang Chen's protection!
As Changchun's nominal disciple, the Purple Mansion cultivator had truly done everything he could for him.
Wang Chen did not know.
After leaving this time, would he ever have another chance to repay his master?
Ooo—
As a deep, resounding horn blared, the four sails on the first deck were raised high in succession.
The enormous airship slowly lifted into the sky and flew south.
It continued rising until it passed above the clouds!
Wang Chen had ridden the