The Heavenly Boat sped through the vast starry sky, flashing past in an instant before merging into the void.
Upon the Heavenly Boat, a young Plain-clothed Figure stood silently, watching the stars constantly fall behind him. He had not spoken a word for several days.
Inside the Heavenly Boat, confusion flashed across Yun Ji's face. "Your Highness, what exactly is so worthy about that block of wood that you value him so highly?"
Lin Yuzhen's gaze swept over the plain-clothed figure not far away. "What sort of person do you think is worthy of this king's regard?"
Yun Ji was taken aback. After thinking for a moment, she said, "This subordinate cannot say. It is merely that, aside from strength that is somewhat passable, this man has no other merits. With Your Highness's status, countless experts are willing to serve you. Why offend the Star Venerables of every domain for his sake?"
"Offend them?"
Lin Yuzhen smiled indifferently. "They are not qualified for that. You think too highly of them, and too lightly of this Young Master Ning. Yun Ji, do you know how many extreme-path martial artists there are in this world?"
Yun Ji shook her head. "I do not."
"No more than ten."
Lin Yuzhen said calmly, "With the path of extreme martial arts, every step forward is as difficult as ascending to heaven. There are no techniques to inherit, no legacy to pass down, because the extreme path is one's own path. When a path reaches its utmost limit, it is called extreme."
Shock appeared on Yun Ji's face. "Your Highness means that this Ninth Son of Ink Sect is an extreme-path martial artist?"
"Otherwise, how do you think a man whose cultivation foundation has been completely destroyed could take three of this king's moves without falling