The young man in fitted clothes also ran out of the cabin when he heard the commotion.
The moment the old man finished speaking, he sprang forward again. In his left hand he held talismans, in his right a peachwood sword, while a long wooden case was strapped to his back.
Lu Qing could vaguely sense that the trace of spirituality on both those talismans and the old man himself was inferior to that of the long wooden case.
After speaking, the old man once again took the lead.
No one knew what the hand beneath his sleeve held as he slapped it against his leg. A strange gleam flickered over the spot he had struck.
He lightly tapped the deck with his foot. His movement technique was several levels more exquisite than before, and he soared like a swallow crossing the sky, floating lightly into the brightly lit second floor. The uninvited guest's arrival immediately stirred up a clamor within.
A burst of noisy voices came from the second floor.
The young man in fitted clothes ran out at that moment. Seeing this, his previously composed face went slack with astonishment.
"Could that be an Innate Realm senior? That lightness skill is incredible."
The words blurted from his mouth, and eagerness lit his face.
"Inside are nothing but lonesome ghosts and wild demons. Your little bit of skill cannot handle them." A faint, ghostly voice sounded beside him.
The young man nearly let his blood rush to his head, forgetting that while a distance of over ten meters did not seem far, they were standing on water—and there was something strange lurking beneath it.
In Lu Qing's eyes, the young man's martial arts had not reached the level of crossing a river on a single reed or flying over