"Fellow Daoist, your Immortal Boat is a little slow..."
After stretching his stiff limbs, the Eighth Elder glanced at the Immortal Boat beneath his feet and spoke in a deliberately complaining tone.
His words were half true and half false. On one hand, he wanted to test Chen Changming's attitude; on the other, he wanted to make conversation and ease the awkwardness.
Chen Changming gave him an indifferent glance and said calmly, "How about you take control of the Immortal Boat and travel?"
"Fine."
The Eighth Elder pretended to consider it for a moment, then readily agreed.
Although he was injured, the foundation of his physical body remained. Controlling an Immortal Boat that was a low-grade Spirit Treasure was more than within his abilities.
He secretly smiled as thoughts began to turn in his mind.
Now, he could use the excuse that his injuries had yet to heal and deliberately slow the Immortal Boat. As long as the Seventh Elder and Ninth Elder returned to the Lineage first and reported everything truthfully, the Sima Family could wait at ease for the exhausted enemy, laying down a net that covered heaven and earth in advance for this Body Cultivator to walk straight into.
At that thought, the Eighth Elder's body gave a slight shudder, and a gentle force enveloped the entire Immortal Boat.
The Immortal Boat trembled faintly, then tore through the void and shot away as a streak of light, vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Chen Changming stood at the front of the Immortal Boat with his hands behind his back, silently watching the sea of clouds and mountain ranges rushing backward before him.
Though his expression remained calm and unruffled, he kept calculating every detail over and over in his heart—
The greatest uncertainty