Above the sea, a Treasure Ship lay still amid the white mist.
As several streaks of escaping light descended, Wang Quan'an and the others quickly arrived at the bow.
"Senior Brother Wang, you're back. Why don't I see Fellow Daoist Xia, Fellow Daoist Song, and the others?"
Seeing Long Ziyun, who had come to welcome them, inquire about Xia Mo, Song Qingming, and the others, Wang Quan'an immediately sighed and replied:
"Alas! That Ghost Cultivator fled incredibly fast. We chased him for quite a while but still failed to catch up, so we could only return first.
"Fellow Daoist Xia and Fellow Daoist Yang were closer behind him. I don't know whether they caught up with him.
"As for Fellow Daoist Song, we did not see him. He probably went after the other Ghost Cultivators.
"Junior Sister Long, rest assured. Those Ghost Cultivators have already been badly wounded by us and can no longer stir up any waves. Fellow Daoist Xia and the others should return shortly."
Earlier, Wang Quan'an and the others had besieged the Netherworld Old Ancestor. Just as they had heavily injured him and were about to capture him—
In the end, however, he had still severed a limb to survive, detonated a magic treasure with a secret technique, and escaped the battlefield. They had failed to destroy him on the spot, which was truly regrettable.
Hearing Wang Quan'an's words, Long Ziyun nodded slightly and led the group down into the ship's cabin.
The moment everyone returned to the storage room, Long Ziyun was about to arrange for her disciples to receive them when she saw a figure walking their way.
"Senior, does Master have any instructions?"
The instant she recognized Daoist Jin Chen's External Incarnation, Long Ziyun hurriedly stepped forward and cupped her hands in greeting.