Lin Bai sat beside Lin Ye, slowly recovering his spiritual power while watching the sword cultivators standing on the deck and taking in the scenery.
"Frostfire?"
Lin Bai looked at the flag on the spirit vessel. Two characters written in an extremely ancient script adorned it. Even Lin Bai found the writing utterly unfamiliar.
That was because this script was considered exceedingly ancient even in the history of the Barren Ancient Continent. It was the kind of writing used only in primordial times. Yet Lin Bai had never expected to see such ancient characters on this spirit vessel.
Lin Bai looked toward the martial artists aboard the spirit vessel again and saw that most of them were at the fifth level of the Death Reversal Realm or above. Among them were both youths and middle-aged men.
They stood together, chatting and laughing, looking as if they were extremely familiar with one another.
"These people should all be from the same place."
Lin Bai secretly guessed.
Then, Lin Bai stopped paying attention to the martial artists. He closed his eyes and devoted himself wholeheartedly to recovering his spiritual power.
The spirit vessel raced above the clouds for an entire day, heading straight for Sky Sword City.
When Lin Bai opened his eyes again, the spiritual power within him had already recovered to its peak.
He opened his eyes and saw that night had fallen over the Northern Continent.
Several young men were still standing on the spirit vessel's deck, chatting among themselves.
Their voices were loud, so Lin Bai could clearly hear their conversation!
"I heard that many experts will come to this year's Sky Sword City tournament!"
"When have there ever been few experts at the Sky Sword City tournament? The main issue is that the martial artists of the