A flying vessel of exceedingly magnificent and noble design, its surface intermittently rippling with profound formation patterns, sped nonstop through the clouds high above!
"Young Master! It has already been three days, but our people haven't noticed anything unusual!"
"Perhaps... those people you mentioned truly won't make a move against us!"
Inside the luxurious flying vessel, within its largest and most extravagant chamber, a middle-aged man with an exceedingly respectful demeanor stood slightly bent before a young man!
This young man was the very one who had purchased the Heavenly Nine Dark Nether Grass in Songxi City right before Qing Mo, Dong Qingyou, and the others, leaving them with a provocative look before departing!
"Uncle Wen! Suppose you finally came across something you had searched for a long time, something you had long set your heart on!"
"And just as it was about to fall into your hands, someone else got there first. If it were you, would you give up so easily?!"
"Wouldn't you want to take a gamble afterward?! To get your hands on the thing you'd coveted for so long??"
After hearing his young master's question, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Wen shifted his gaze slightly and pondered for a brief moment!
"Young Master, your guess is correct!"
"If I truly encountered the situation you just described, I might indeed want to take a gamble afterward!"
"We cultivators are always... fighting for what we seek!"
Hearing his servant's reply, the young man sitting cross-legged on a bed covered in the hide of a mutated swift leopard with a bone age of one million years nodded lightly!
"That's right, Uncle Wen!"
"If it were me, I would fight for it too!"
"We need only wait patiently. They... will come!"
With that, the man seated cross-legged on the