Murong Qingyan did not answer immediately. With a gentle smile, she turned her head slightly to look at the hazy mist outside. Under the gloomy fog, the Myriad Transformation Boat resembled a city without lights. Being inside it, one could not perceive its full scope.
Yet within this profound "encircled city," thousands of talismanic arrays were integrated as one, and countless auras layered together, presenting a magnificent spectacle. Seeing a leopard's spot to know the whole, the deep foundation accumulated by Suixin Pavilion over tens of thousands of years was enough to make the vast majority of people feel a sense of looking up at a high mountain.
Feelings are always personal, yet with just such a subtle movement from Murong Qingyan, Fan Lingrong was involuntarily drawn by it. She also shifted her gaze to look at the deep, gloomy fog, disturbed by the heavy pressure. Deeply moved, her previous thoughts welled up again:
Riding this divine boat, breaking through ten thousand miles of waves, and ruling the four seas at will—how exhilarating would that be?
At that moment, Murong Qingyan spoke in a soft voice, "People's hearts are all different, and I truly dare not make a conclusive judgment on behalf of Ghost Aversion. However, choices in this world ultimately boil down to the roots of remaining in the world and the foundation of establishing oneself... Eastern Chief Fan should surely share my sentiment."
Fan Lingrong did not reply immediately, her mind instead tugged and somewhat dazed. Yesterday on the multi-story boat, wasn't she the one who used similar reasoning to strongly urge Ghost Aversion to take charge of Dragon Heart Hall? But with what result? After a brief trance, she cast aside these meaningless thoughts and perceived the deeper meaning behind Murong Qingyan's words.
Her gaze fixed on