Let Me Handle This

The white jade boat sailed steadily through the clouds, cleaving through drifting clouds and leaving a long trail in its wake.

Zhang Tie sat cross-legged atop the boat, faint golden light circulating around him. With every breath, he seemed to subtly resonate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him. He slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them before he turned to look at Guan Xuehan, who was controlling the flying boat with visible unease.

"Your secret art for calculating fortune and seeking opportunities still needs work," Zhang Tie said evenly, without any hint of pleasure or anger.

Guan Xuehan forced out a smile, his face carrying both embarrassment and apprehension. He hurriedly replied, "Senior Brother Wang, this... this cannot entirely be blamed on my lack of skill.

"Your fortune is vast and flourishing, Senior Brother, like the blazing sun shining in all its glory. With my meager cultivation, trying to divine it is like a firefly attempting to glimpse the brightness of the moon. My calculations must have already been disturbed by the immense power of your fortune and lost their accuracy."

Zhang Tie curled his lip. Guan Xuehan's cultivation and combat ability were nothing special, but his skill at fleeing and flattering people truly surpassed his cultivation.

Zhang Tie looked toward the vast mountains in the distance as though sensing something. The flying boat traveled for about another incense stick's worth of time. Other than passing a few mountain peaks and startling several low-level flying demon beasts below, there was still no unusual movement.

Guan Xuehan was quietly beating the drums in his heart, wondering whether he ought to speak up and explain himself again.

Suddenly, Zhang Tie raised a brow. A barely perceptible trace of delight appeared on his face as he