Across ten thousand miles of open sky, a sea of clouds churned.
An entirely black flying vessel whistled through the heavens.
In just a few days, it had left the borders of Great Tang and headed straight for Spirit Mountain in the west.
The vessel had originally belonged to those Grotto-Heaven True Persons. Now that it had fallen into Jiang Yuechu's hands, it made an excellent means of transport.
Of course, it could not match the speed of Jiang Yuechu traveling under her own power.
But it saved her trouble, especially with Zhou Xuan and Niu Ben, those two deadweights, in tow...
On the deck, the black-robed girl sat cross-legged.
Her long hair danced lightly in the wind, and her exquisite, jade-like face bore its usual chilly aloofness, keeping everyone a thousand miles away.
She toyed with something in her hand.
Its orange-yellow surface gleamed softly in the sunlight. It looked delicate, yet harbored earth-shaking murderous intent within.
"Your Highness, we're almost at Spirit Mountain's territory."
Zhou Xuan hurried over and bowed to seek her instructions.
At his words.
Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly. "Mm."
"Though we seized this vessel, and it bears the marks of certain Dao Orthodoxies, it isn't a token granting us passage everywhere. If we venture deep inside, the Demon Emperors will certainly learn of us..."
Jiang Yuechu did not look up, still studying the patterns on the back of her hand. "And?"
"And..."
Zhou Xuan swallowed, unable to stop his gaze from flicking toward the other end of the deck.
The burly, dark-faced man was leaning over the railing, clutching a roast chicken and eating until grease covered his mouth. As he ate, he pointed at the mountains and rivers below, muttering who knew what.
Zhou Xuan lowered his voice and leaned closer. "Your Highness, on