Song Wen willed it, summoning a flying ship several dozen zhang long.
"Two seniors, Xiang Rong is some distance from here. How about we travel by ship?"
Wang Qiuyue held a jade slip in her hand, using her divine sense to examine the recorded Ten-Thousand-Mile Breath-Tracking Technique.
She did not answer Song Wen. With a flash, she boarded the flying ship and entered the Ship Pavilion on her own.
Bai Wei gave Song Wen a slight smile, then boarded the flying ship as well.
Song Wen flew down onto the prow and sat cross-legged. Opening his mouth, he swallowed two pills. He controlled the flying ship while refining the pills to heal his injuries.
The following day.
"Hahaha, I've finally succeeded!"
Wang Qiuyue's voice suddenly rang out from the Ship Pavilion.
Hearing this, Song Wen turned to look.
Wang Qiuyue swept out of the Ship Pavilion. A wisp of azure smoke floated before her, identical to the one before Song Wen.
Clearly, she had mastered the Ten-Thousand-Mile Breath-Tracking Technique and successfully used Xiang Rong's shield to perform this secret art.
"Gou Jun, the azure smoke is no longer shifting much. Does that mean Xiang Rong is nearby?"
"That is correct." Song Wen nodded.
Wang Qiuyue raised her brows, her interest greatly piqued.
"You go rest. I'll control the flying ship."
"Then I'll trouble you, Senior."
As Song Wen spoke, his body floated into the air and retreated several zhang, yielding the prow.
His flying ship was merely a common model. Array patterns covered its hull, with the control hub for those patterns located at the prow.
One only needed to pour spiritual power into the hub to control the flying ship.
Wang Qiuyue came to the prow and stood proudly.
The spiritual power throughout her body flowed from beneath her