The Final Embarkation Token

Half a day later, a piercing shriek suddenly tore through the sky, like something sharp slicing through the stillness of the air.

Immediately afterward, a silver-white flying carriage came racing over like a bolt of lightning splitting the heavens, finally coming to a steady halt on the open ground near the silver tower under everyone's watchful eyes.

The carriage door slowly opened, and Sima Changqin appeared before the crowd with three Black Demons in tow.

His gaze swept across the crowd before the tower. When it fell upon Yuan Ming, his pupils contracted slightly, as though he had caught some unexpected piece of information.

However, he quickly looked away and focused his attention on Wu Yu.

"Myriad Monster Empress, our previous clash ended without a victor. Shouldn't you give me an explanation now regarding the matter of Xihe Hall?" Sima Changqin slowly said, his voice seemingly suppressing anger, every word carrying the weight of a thousand jun.

Wu Yu faced Sima Changqin's questioning with unusual calm, as though she had long expected this moment.

She replied blandly, "Fellow Daoist Qin Mo, what sort of explanation do you want? Or do you wish to fight me here, first battling until one of us dies, only to let others reap the benefits and seize the Three Realms Immortal Ship?"

Her words carried composure and confidence, as if she had already calculated everything within her grasp.

Upon hearing this, Sima Changqin's gaze flickered for a moment, but in the end, he did not make a move. Just as Wu Yu had expected, he did not suddenly launch an attack at this moment, instead choosing forbearance.

Seeing this, Wu Yu smiled faintly and did not continue provoking Sima Changqin's nerves.

Meanwhile, Yuan Ming turned his attention to the three Black Demons behind Sima Changqin.