The top of the Green Water Palace!
Wang Yu froze at those words, his gaze involuntarily sweeping toward the lake beneath the enormous island.
Could the real Green Water Palace be in the lake?
Unfortunately, some sort of restrictive seal clearly existed in the surrounding space. His divine sense seemed unable to extend far from his body, and he was even less willing to recklessly release his divine thought to probe the waters beneath the island.
"All right, we can enter the palace directly from here. You can put away your flying magical artifact first, fellow Daoist." Just then, Yan Lingxiang raised a hand and beckoned. The Command Token that had sunk into the front of the Bone Boat flashed out and landed securely in his hand.
Wang Yu stamped one foot on the deck, and the Bone Boat immediately stopped in midair.
The two then floated lightly down from the Bone Boat.
Wang Yu formed a hand seal with one hand. The Bone Boat rapidly shrank to the size of a fist and vanished into his sleeve.
Yan Lingxiang flicked his sleeve, releasing a yellow Communication Talisman. With a flash, it vanished into the empty space before him.
A dozen or so breaths later, ripples stirred in the nearby space, and a hazy White Light Gate appeared. A middle-aged man, also dressed in Green Water Palace robes, stepped out.
He had ordinary features, disheveled hair, and a red, bulbous nose, and held a blue disc in one hand.
"I was wondering who it was. So Junior Brother Yan has returned. Who is this fellow Daoist? Does he intend to enter the palace as well?" The disheveled man glanced at Yan Lingxiang and asked coldly, spiritual pressure at the Foundation Establishment middle stage radiating from him.
"So Senior Brother Guan