"Senior Sister Ximen is back too? Good, I'll head to the Magical Ship right away." Delighted by the news, Wang Yu answered without hesitation, then cupped his hands in farewell and left.
Watching Wang Yu's retreating figure, Wan Shan felt that this Junior Brother Wang was truly unfathomable. Now he even had ties to the Heaven Toad Ancestor. It seemed Wan Shan would have to cling tightly to this powerful patron from now on.
Wang Yu rose into the air and flew at low altitude toward an enormous flying vessel belonging to the Four Symbols Sect, only a few miles from the camp.
Within moments, he arrived above the vessel and descended directly onto the deck at its bow.
Ranks of armored men holding halberds stood around the deck, more than thirty in all. Every one of them was tall and broad-shouldered, and they exuded an icy aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
Guardian Warriors!
Wang Yu recognized these towering armored men at a glance.
Yet these Guardian Warriors seemed to have cultivated some Breathing Technique only to a level equivalent to the first or second level of the Black Tiger Breathing Method. Most had not even drawn killing intent into their bodies, and none showed any fluctuations of dharma power. They seemed to be mere mortals who practiced body tempering.
Their matching yellow armor and silver halberds, however, seemed to be exceptional Ranked Magical Artifacts, presumably forged by the Four Symbols Sect specifically for these Guardian Warriors.
The strange thing was, where had these Might Warriors come from?
This contingent had not seemed to accompany them when they left the sect.
While Wang Yu was puzzling over this, a middle-aged armored man approached. After looking him up and down, he asked expressionlessly:
"Who are you? This Magical