Song Wen and Guo Tao quickly left the alchemy chamber grounds.
As Song Wen walked, he silently considered how they were supposed to reach the Poison Miasma Swamp.
Although the Poison Miasma Swamp was only a little over two thousand li from the Corpse Demon Sect, that was a straight-line distance. Between them lay towering mountains, steep ridges, and sheer cliffs.
Qi Refinement cultivators could not fly. Crossing more than two thousand li of unbroken mountain ranges would be no easy task, to say nothing of the various dangers that might lurk along the way.
Song Wen had originally thought the sect would arrange special mounts to help them reach the Poison Miasma Swamp. Who would have thought Elder Shen had not mentioned travel arrangements at all?
Just as Song Wen was racking his brains, Guo Tao slapped the storage pouch at his waist with one hand.
A palm-sized wooden boat flew out. It swelled in the wind, instantly becoming two meters long and hovering in midair.
Song Wen stared somewhat dumbly at the flying boat before him, and the scene from when Shi Shou had brought him to the Corpse Demon Sect surfaced in his mind without his realizing it.
Shi Shou's flying ship back then had been far more imposing than this flying boat, which looked like nothing more than a dugout canoe.
Yet Song Wen was still greatly astonished. Guo Tao was merely an inner sect disciple, yet he actually owned a flying boat. It seemed the strength of the family behind Guo Tao could not be underestimated. Otherwise, with only the cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi Refinement, Guo Tao could not possibly afford a flying boat worth several thousand spirit stones.
Flying boats were not only expensive, but the flight formations upon them were