Three hundred li was only a cup of tea's time for a flying boat.
When Si Chen's flying boat pierced the clouds and appeared in the air outside Mistveil Valley, almost every cultivator on the ground instinctively looked up.
Another one?
The cultivators narrowed their eyes to examine it. This flying boat's design... looked unfamiliar.
"Whose is it?"
"They haven't even come out yet. What's the rush?"
Amid the chatter, several figures emerged from the Mystic Boat.
The first was a youth in white, tall and slender, with clean-cut features. A little bird with fiery red feathers and a pale purple ribbon perched on his shoulder.
Next, two Demon Kings sauntered out of the cabin, a black bear and a red tiger, both powerfully built, their demonic auras soaring skyward.
The thing was... both Demon Kings had battered faces.
The black bear's left eye was swollen to a slit, and a bruise marked his right cheek; the red tiger had a bruised right eye socket and somewhat disheveled fur. One glance made it clear they had just fought and had yet to tidy themselves up.
This combination was far too distinctive.
After a brief flurry of discussion, someone in the crowd sucked in a cold breath.
"Wait... white clothes, a youth, a bear and a tiger... holy shit! It's that Si Chen!"
The words instantly sent the crowd into an uproar.
"It really is him! I've seen him in an Image-Recording Jade Slip!"
"What's he doing here? Doesn't the Joyous Union Sect always stay out of this sort of thing?"
"What's strange about that? He's only an honorary elder in name... wait, what's going on with those two Demon Kings beside him?"
"Look at those injuries... who were they just fighting?"
"Who could beat two Demon Kings up like that?"