But soon, Lu Xiaotian's gaze shifted away from the other man. He swept his eyes around and found no trace of Xiang Hua or Yu Xiaoqiao. He couldn't help feeling puzzled. The two of them should have arrived by now. Why couldn't he see hide nor hair of them? Could something have happened?
As Lu Xiaotian was wondering about this, Zhao Li, not far away, looked uneasy. Without realizing it, he slipped out of the crowd and headed for a secluded corner of the pleasure boat.
The corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth lifted slightly. The giant ship was bustling with activity. The low-level cultivators all wanted to win the contest and take the beauty home, while also attaching themselves to the mighty General Zhenyuan. Though Hou Lie, the General Zhenyuan, was still only at the Golden Core stage, he was exceptionally powerful and had a very good chance of advancing to Nascent Soul. Naturally, it was best to attach oneself to him as early as possible.
But Lu Xiaotian hadn't come for that. He drew back, then moved toward Zhao Li with light, silent steps.
Zhao Li wandered through the crowd for a while, then disappeared into one of the buildings aboard the giant ship. As he entered, a layer of restriction visibly opened on its own, letting him inside.
The restriction wasn't particularly powerful; its main purpose was to sound an alert.
With a thought from Lu Xiaotian, the Transposition Mirror inside him gave a faint quiver. A figure that looked just like him appeared, drifting lightly into view. But Lu Xiaotian's current appearance—a sallow-faced scholar—was the result of taking a Transformation Pill, and the Transposition Mirror wasn't affected by the pill. The phantom it produced was an exact copy of Lu Xiaotian's original appearance. By now, Lu Xiaotian