Heavenly Hatred True Lord cursed inwardly, but forced a dry smile onto his face. "Sorry for the trouble, Steward Qing."
"All right, back to the village." Chen Lin turned and walked toward the Silver Flying Boat.
Yun Sheng followed with her sword in her arms. Changqingzi swept his wide sleeves and was the first to leap onto the deck.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord glanced back at the two late Core Formation Black-Armor Puppets and released a faint pulse of spiritual power from his fingertips.
The two puppets lumbered forward and followed him aboard the Flying Boat.
Boom!
The array patterns beneath the Flying Boat lit up. It became a streak of silver light, tearing through the clouds toward Yicheng in Northlake Province.
Two hours later.
The Flying Boat slowed and hovered above a stretch of wilderness outside Yicheng.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord stood at the edge of the deck and looked down. Below, there was nothing but rolling mountains and an endless expanse of thick white mist.
"Boss, where are we going?" Heavenly Hatred True Lord could not help asking.
"We're here." Chen Lin stood at the bow, his hands in his pockets.
We're here?
Heavenly Hatred True Lord froze. He extended his divine sense, attempting to penetrate the white mist below.
The next second, his expression changed drastically.
The instant his divine sense touched the white mist, it vanished without a trace, swallowed whole.
Worse still, a terrifying pressure seeped from the mist, making his heart tremble.
"Is... is this a formation?" Heavenly Hatred True Lord's sunken eyes bulged.
He had been one of the foremost mighty cultivators a thousand years ago, and his mastery of formations was far from poor.
Yet when the Flying Boat had stopped here, he had not detected the slightest fluctuation from a formation.