The three had been about to set off home when the voice made them whip their heads toward the cabin door and release a wisp of divine sense to investigate.
Several thousand Flying Vessels were still parked in the area, and there were plenty of Immortal Realm cultivators among them. The three were only at the twelfth tier and ordinarily would not dare extend their divine sense, for fear of disturbing someone.
Naturally, the person standing outside the cabin door was Lin Qing. He had changed his appearance and wore a black long gown with fitted sleeves. His neatly trimmed, medium-length hair gave him a rather clean-cut look.
Lin Qing did not conceal his cultivation. Outside was different from inside, where an Eleventh Tier cultivator had been an oddity.
Many lower-level cultivators had also come here to cheer on their senior brothers and sisters, or even their parents and grandfathers, as they competed in the Secret Realm.
That was the role Lin Qing was playing now. However, the people he had been waiting for had not emerged from the Secret Realm, so a trace of unmistakable desolation still lingered on his face.
Seeing that Lin Qing was only at the eleventh tier, all three quietly breathed sighs of relief. With their level of cultivation, they were nothing but fish on the chopping block here.
The third brother went over and opened the cabin door. Although he had already examined Lin Qing with his divine sense, he still looked him up and down.
"Were you asking us to give you a ride?"
Lin Qing cupped his hands and offered a proper greeting.
"Yes. I hope you'll do me this favor. I can pay you."
"Where are your companions?"
"To tell you the truth, I came with my older brothers. They went