They waited for an entire shichen.
Rong Fu outside the door was growing impatient, yet he did not dare show it.
For one thing, this was Young Master Yan's order.
For another, the person inside was the Spirit Fields' only Spirit Cultivator.
Neither was someone he could afford to offend, so he could only suppress his displeasure.
In truth, Xu Changqing had finished eating half a shichen ago. But he had been washing dishes, cleaning up, and had even given the family dog a bath.
After all that fussing around, exactly one shichen had passed.
Only then did Xu Changqing step out, lift his chin, and say, "We can go."
Rong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed at the Flowing Tassel Flying Boat. "The flying boat will be faster!"
Xu Changqing did not put on airs. He immediately leaped aboard.
Rong Fu followed close behind. Once he had taken his position, he activated the Wood Spiritual Power within his qi sea. The instant the flying boat activated, it gave off a faint hum before slowly rising into the air.
After reaching a height of roughly a hundred meters above the ground, it swiftly changed direction.
With a whoosh, it tore across a thousand meters of sky and flew far into the distance.
At first, neither of them spoke.
Xu Changqing did not ask.
Rong Fu did not say.
The scenery along the way was rather nice.
Moreover, they could see many spirit farmers harvesting spiritual plants along the way.
As they continued deeper northward, the number of Spirit Fields before them steadily increased.
Even their sizes and the types of spiritual plants they grew seemed to have been carved from the same mold.
By visual estimate, there were at least twenty or thirty mu.
Xu Changqing recognized at