At that moment, lanterns and festive decorations covered the dragon-headed treasure ship's deck, which bustled with activity.
The master of this place seemed to have ordered the ship lavishly decorated. Vassals from every quarter had gathered to celebrate the occasion, singing and dancing both inside and out, filling the ship with festive joy.
When Li Ling and Mu Qingsi flew over, everyone was still drinking with abandon. Only someone in the distant lookout atop the mast glanced their way and waved them over.
"Seniors, please come this way. May I ask your honored names? Do you have an invitation issued by the old immortal?"
Li Ling said, "I am Mo Zixu, a wandering rogue cultivator. This is my wife, Wu You. We have no invitation."
"No invitation?" The cultivator keeping watch atop the mast froze for a moment.
Li Ling explained, "While traveling through the surrounding region, we heard that Immortal Long was generous and chivalrous, a man of great liberality who possessed the bloodline of a true dragon and descended from a demon sage of remote antiquity. Unworthy though we are, we happen to be descendants of an ancient demon sage ourselves, and have come expressly to pay our respects."
As he spoke, he secretly activated the Mind-Harmony Incense, spreading its invisible charm.
The man opposite him had no way to resist and immediately fell under its spell.
He looked Li Ling over. At that moment, Li Ling wore the appearance of a thoroughly unremarkable middle-aged rogue cultivator, worlds apart from the elegant handsomeness and immortal grace of his true form. Yet he was unexpectedly pleasant to look at, as though a single glance could bring one's own father or elder brother to mind.
An earnest elder, offering patient guidance-one could not help feeling a measure of affection for