Cheerful

"What do we do, Master?"

"Wait."

"Still waiting?"

The moment the fiend spat out those two words, it saw a cold gleam flash sideways and immediately shut its mouth, muttering, "Then wait it is."

There was no other choice even if they did not wait. The Venerables outside the spirit vessel were locked in a standoff—how could it possibly interfere?

It would have been one thing if he possessed magic power, but in this Banner Slave body, every scrap of magic power he could save had to be saved. Even the peak of Golden Core would not last long, not enough to raise protective aura against a Venerable's spells.

Still reeling in shock, the spirit vessel steward hurriedly burned the spirit talisman hidden in his sleeve.

Ancient Immortal Tower's spirit vessels should have traveled unimpeded. Forget ordinary cultivators from great sects—even sect elders would not dare intercept them.

Yet before a Venerable, they had no choice but to stop. They did not even dare activate the vessel's defensive formation. If they carelessly activated a magical artifact and drew a Venerable's attention, the spirit vessel would become a coffin in an instant.

Fortunately, they were not far from the ancient great city. Looking into the distance, they could even see the outline of its walls.

Still, the steward worried that even if the Immortal Tower's shopkeeper learned of this, he might have no solution. Everything depended on the Venerables' wishes.

What surprised the steward was that he had never heard of the white-robed Venerable's reputation. Venerable Chuiyun, however, had long been renowned throughout Star Luo. After the two sects merged into one, Venerable Chuiyun's fame had reached its peak.

No other Venerable could climb over that mountain.

Looking again at the black-robed Daoist standing on the deck, the steward still did