High in the sky, a Flying Ship cleaved through the sea of clouds at high speed.
The colors and patterns on its surface were almost identical to the sky itself, granting it visual invisibility. It moved through the air without a sound, streaking past like a ghost.
Wang Chen sat inside the Flying Ship, admiring the wondrous sea of clouds beyond the transparent porthole.
This unusual third-tier Flying Ship had originally belonged to Huangfu Yongchun. He had now specially contributed it as shared transportation for the Seven Severing Society, responsible for carrying all its members in daily travel.
It had to be said that this veteran Golden Core cultivator was quite generous in his conduct.
Wang Chen actually owned a Golden Core-level Flying Ship himself, but compared to this one, it was undoubtedly a notch inferior.
The interior of the Flying Ship was not large, barely enough to accommodate a dozen people, but with only seven seated inside, it felt quite spacious.
They drank tea and chatted, and the atmosphere was exceedingly harmonious.
In truth, after deciding to participate jointly in the flood dragon-slaying operation and signing a Dao pact, the members of the Seven Severing Society had rapidly drawn closer, soon becoming familiar with one another.
Though they could not quite be called grasshoppers tied to the same rope, sharing the same boat was an indisputable fact.
Just then, the Flying Ship began diving downward. Before long, it landed steadily in a secluded valley.
The cabin door opened, and the True Persons filed out one after another.
After coming out, Wang Chen glanced around and found the surroundings quite pleasant.
Jagged, strange peaks stood all around, while rolling mountain ranges were blanketed in lush forests. The location was exceptionally well concealed.
Moreover, the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy within