Jiang He controlled the flying ship. It moved at extreme speed, soon traveling more than a hundred thousand li before coming to a hover above a lake.
After waiting for about an hour, a graceful figure arrived from the distant horizon.
Jiang Yushan watched the beautiful figure rapidly approaching from afar, and a flicker of excitement passed through his eyes.
Once Ye Bing boarded the flying ship, Jiang Yushan hurried forward to greet her attentively.
"Aunt Ye, you've come."
Ye Bing emanated an aloof chill that kept others a thousand miles away.
She gave a slight nod without replying, but her gaze fell upon Song Wen.
Seeing this, Jiang Yushan explained.
"This is my nephew's friend. He has never been to Rotting Miasma Ridge and wishes to come with us to broaden his horizons."
Seeing that Song Wen was merely a Nascent Soul Cultivator, Ye Bing said nothing further and replied blandly.
"I'm going to my room to rest."
With that, she drifted toward the ship's tower.
After Ye Bing entered one of the many rooms in the ship's tower, Jiang Yushan turned his head toward Song Wen and raised an eyebrow.
He seemed to be marveling at Ye Bing's beauty, capable of toppling cities and kingdoms, yet also seemed to be flaunting the cleverness of his own methods.
Then, Jiang Yushan said to Jiang He.
"Fly at full speed. Get to Rotting Miasma Ridge as quickly as possible."
"Yes, Young Master," Jiang He replied.
Like a meteor, the flying ship streaked through the high sky, crushing clusters of white clouds and leaving behind a long trail.
Suddenly, a pointed tower a hundred zhang tall appeared below them.
The pointed tower had been erected by the Jiang Clan to monitor Rotting Miasma Ridge. Should large numbers of demon beasts or