The spirit vessel raced like light, covering millions of miles in an instant.
Mountains, rivers, and streams beneath their feet vanished at a glance, while ripples echoed through the surrounding space.
The Xiong father and son were well-traveled and had long grown accustomed to riding Flying Boats.
The two lowered their heads quietly, sitting hidden near the back of the crowd. Their nerves were taut, even more tense than when they had stood in the Moon God Pavilion's main hall.
It sounded easy enough, but slipping into this group amid the muddy waters was still far too risky.
The slightest mistake could alert those two experts.
The consequences were easy to imagine.
Yet circumstances had brought them here, and the temptation of precious materials was enormous. Xiong Fen had no lack of courage, forcibly steadying himself under the pressure.
They sat stiffly for half the day without seeing anything unusual. Their plan to fish in troubled waters had succeeded!
Xiong Fen secretly let out a breath and gave his son a reassuring look.
"Don't panic. Everything is proceeding according to plan!"
At the same time, he gathered his courage, raised his head, and began observing the Cloud Star natives seated in the front rows.
But when he spread out his divine sense for a closer look, Xiong Fen suddenly froze.
Saints...
That slovenly, shabby old man before him was actually a Saint.
Even if he was only at the initial stage, Saints were not a common realm. They were even rarer on the barren Cloud Star. How had he encountered one the moment he raised his head?
While Xiong Fen was still scrutinizing the man suspiciously, his son's shocked voice transmission sounded.
"Father! The person beside me seems to possess Saint-level cultivation."
Hm?
Another Saint?
Xiong Fen turned his head