Arriving in the Southern Wastes

Fang Chen immediately said, "Then hurry back. You don't need to stay in the Buddhist Land for now. Those bald donkeys' fleet should be nearly in the Southern Wastes by now, and we need you back to help!"

"Okay, I'll head back right away!"

Little Crane replied, and the runes on the Spirit Sword Talisman completely dimmed.

Fang Chen stroked the Spirit Sword Talisman, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. With Little Crane as this heaven-defying helper, as long as he refined enough Meteor Tears in the future, who would he have to fear?

"It's a pity there are simply too few Meteor Tears right now. Otherwise, we could flatten the entire Buddhist Land!"

Fang Chen thought this to himself.

The Myna bird looked at Fang Chen and said, "Fang Chen, we'll have to refine more Meteor Tears from now on!"

Fang Chen nodded slightly at the Myna bird. "Yes. Let's resolve this crisis first!"

Fang Chen knew that as long as they survived this crisis, the Buddhist Kingdom probably wouldn't dare make a move against the Glazed Sword Sect again.

But what they had to face this time was a super fleet.

A day later, Little Crane returned to the Glazed Sword Sect.

Although Little Crane had traveled for two days at full speed, its mental state was still excellent.

"Master, I'm back!"

Little Crane said excitedly to Fang Chen. It was extremely happy to have completed the task Fang Chen had given it.

Fang Chen took Little Crane in his hands and gently stroked it, smiling as he said, "Thanks for your hard work!"

Little Crane shook its head slightly. "It wasn't hard work, Master. Is there anything else you need me to do?"

For Little Crane, nothing made it happier than being able to realize its