No one dared say much about this loss.
Still, people talked about it in private.
The already silent flying vessel grew even quieter.
Over the Old Sea, the Profound Light Sect's flying vessel sailed slowly onward.
Gu Yuan floated above the deck, gazing at the great vessel that had shrunk into a tiny speck, deep in thought.
For some reason, even though he had noticed nothing unusual, Gu Yuan still felt that something was off.
But that great vessel had come and gone in a hurry, giving him no time to investigate further.
Time passed slowly.
Another month went by.
During this time, Mo Tianxing hardly left the flying vessel, spending his days cultivating inside it.
Today, he was in quite a good mood.
One of his offensive techniques had improved greatly, so he came outside to get some air.
The moment Mo Tianxing stepped onto the deck, it fell silent.
The inside of the flying vessel was rather stifling, so coming out for some air was a good thing.
Looking out at the vast Old Sea, Mo Tianxing let out a long breath.
"What's that? It looks like a wrecked flying vessel."
"Yeah. It hasn't even been that long, and we've already come across another destroyed flying vessel. The Old Sea truly is perilous beyond measure."
Several disciples looked into the distance, spotted a crashed flying vessel, and exchanged a few words.
Mo Tianxing glanced at it but paid no further attention.
He had seen such things before. They were nothing unusual.
The flying vessel continued onward.
Along the next stretch of their journey, they saw more of those ruined flying vessels from time to time.
"Look, that Old Sea stream seems a little different too."
"Yeah. I thought only that earlier place was strange. I didn't expect this