The Dragon Ship sailed through the void for ten days.
At first, Ao Tong had worried that these "kidnappers" would keep making trouble, but it turned out he had been overthinking things.
Aside from the young woman in red counting her "charitable donations" every day without fail, the others spent most of their time cultivating or staring into space.
Only Zhou Yan, the ruthless fellow who wanted to "capture the Ying ancestor alive," still looked rather unhappy these past few days.
Ao Tong had not dared go near him, afraid that this formidable fellow might pull out a rope at the slightest disagreement.
As for Senior Si Chen, who wore black...
At first, Ao Tong had worried they might encounter other members of the Demon Race along the way. If anyone recognized where this group came from, he would not be able to wash himself clean even by jumping into the Star River.
Later, he discovered that his worries had been entirely unnecessary.
Si Chen had enveloped the entire Dragon Ship in that black energy. From the outside, the ship looked like an unremarkable meteorite floating through the void.
Ao Tong had fallen silent for a long time upon seeing that.
He suddenly felt that his earlier decision to "read the writing on the wall" might actually have been the right one.
On the eleventh day.
"My lord, there is something up ahead."
A member of the Dragon Race at the Origin Demon Realm flew over from the front, landed on the deck, and dropped to one knee.
Ao Tong frowned. "Speak."
"We have spotted a large number of Demon Race ships ahead, from various tribes. Their course... is the same as ours."
Ao Tong's expression changed slightly.
He strode to the bow and gazed into the distance.
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