Early the next morning, sunlight spilled over the vast Inner Sect square, bathing it in brightness and warmth.
Ying Ming Hao arrived at the square early and stood there quietly, gazing at Qing Yun, Wang Yong, Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, and the others in the distance.
They were boarding flying ships one after another, preparing to head to Clearwind City to explore the Secret Realms.
Smiling, Ying Ming Hao waved both hands to bid them farewell. Qing Yun, Lin Zihan, and the others smiled and waved back, their eyes betraying their reluctance to part with him.
As the flying ships' engines started, they slowly rose into the air and gathered speed. In the blink of an eye, they streaked across the heavens like meteors and vanished into the distant sky.
In that instant, the entire square emptied, as though all its earlier bustle and vitality had drained away.
Yet that silence did not last long.
Before long, the square grew lively again. Flying Boats swarmed in like bees, packed close together, while disciples kept arriving to board them.
Compared with the flying ships Qing Yun and the others had taken, these Flying Boats were worlds apart.
Although they could also carry people through the air, both their appearance and performance fell far short.
The sect had prepared these Flying Boats specifically to ferry ordinary disciples to the Secret Realm Expedition.
Since there were so many ordinary disciples, they had to depart in batches.
Only after Qing Yun and the others' flying ships had left did the ordinary disciples get their turn to board.
The entire square teemed with people and rang with noise.
A steward stood at the bow of every Flying Boat, loudly calling out to the disciples arriving to board.
The disciples surged toward their respective Flying