"Someone is flying over from behind on a Qing Ling."
Zhou Hao paused and asked, "How far away?"
"Not far. They'll catch up to us within ten seconds," Murong answered softly.
Zhou Hao raised an eyebrow slightly and murmured, "Could trouble be coming to our door again?"
Murong shook her head and spread her hands with a smile. "Who knows?"
As they spoke, the enormous Qing Ling Murong had mentioned swept past their ship, stirring up a fierce gust.
Standing at the bow, Zhou Hao looked at the huge figure and smiled. "I wonder if Jinyin would be bigger than it after returning to his true form."
"Probably not." Murong shook her head lightly. "Jinyin is still young and has plenty of growing left to do! That Qing Ling is already mature, so it is basically at the largest size it will ever reach.
"Still, among the Beast Tribe, Qing Ling are not considered especially massive. They can only be ranked around the lower-middle tier."
At the mention of body size, Zhou Hao suddenly thought of something and could not help laughing. Turning to Murong, he asked, "What tier does Mr. Giant Turtle belong to?"
Murong paused slightly, then shook her head with a laugh. "I don't know. He probably isn't even within the range of comparison anymore."
Zhou Hao smiled in agreement and opened his mouth, just about to say something.
Murong looked ahead and said, "The Qing Ling in front is slowing down."
"Hm?" Zhou Hao frowned in confusion. "What does he want?"
Murong shook her head and answered crisply, "No idea."
Zhou Hao did not dwell on it. They would know once they made contact.
Very soon, they caught up with the slowing Qing Ling.
A young man with long black hair stood up from atop the