In the main seat, Chu He stroked his smooth, beardless chin. Hearing his subordinate's cry, he paused for a moment, then peered outside through the specially installed viewing port in the flying shuttle. Below lay a black sandstorm like a tidal sea; higher up floated the Floating Cloud Ship. It was clear that those idiots over there had yet to notice him half-hidden within the black tempest.
"Oho, there seems to be a woman on that ship. Nice figure!"
Chu He made no effort to hide his preferences. He had languished at the upper Core Formation stage for nearly forty years, and all hope of advancing in cultivation had long been cut off. Other than this little hobby, he had nothing left. Hadn't he joined Great Vertebra Hall in the first place precisely because he could play with women more recklessly here?
But...
"Where's the monster?"
His gaze swept around, and he was somewhat displeased. In the Northern Wasteland, there were indeed especially powerful ferocious beasts and demons that would suddenly leap out, but those fellows, possessing only primal savagery, never concealed their auras. Yet even now, he had sensed nothing.
"Old Liang, what the hell are you shouting abou—damn it!"
His words broke off halfway and turned into a curse. Chu He shot to his feet and stared through the relatively narrow view from the observation port.
At an altitude of nearly a hundred miles, there was no black tide to obscure the view. The air was crystal-clear, and the moonlight was excellent tonight, making visibility considerable. A cultivator at Chu He's upper Core Formation stage, if he truly employed his eyesight, could see more than a hundred miles away.
And so he saw it. Above the surging black tide nearly fifty miles away, a long shadow writhed within