Still, he offered no explanation.
These two had spent all their time in the sect cultivating in seclusion. Their worldly experience was better than nothing, but only just; explaining more would be wasted on them.
This was the perfect opportunity to properly train these two trusted subordinates. The next time a plum assignment like this came along, they would be able to handle it with ease.
At the thought of all the "fat sheep" packed aboard the Flying Boats before him, Chun Xiaobai could hardly contain his excitement.
Half a day later, the fleet of Flying Boats began slowing from its breakneck pace.
Up ahead, a disciple could no longer contain his excitement and shouted, "We're here, we're here! The Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits!"
Chun Xiaobai, who had been dozing against the railing, sprang to his feet at those words and pushed through the crowd to the edge of the Flying Boat.
A vast, ancient wilderness aura, tinged even with a trace of blood, swept into his face.
"This is the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits?"
He had expected a blessed land of birdsong and fragrant flowers. Who would have thought it would be an oppressive wilderness mountain range instead?
Calling it a wilderness mountain range was only fitting. "Towering into the clouds" no longer sufficed to describe the mountains before him; they formed a boundless, dark sea of rolling peaks.
He extended his divine sense just a little and felt the oppressive presence of ancient trees hundreds of yards tall, their canopies blotting out the sky and sun. Through the forest, he could vaguely make out enormous Demon Beasts, startled by the fleet's approach, fleeing in panic.
With so many Demon Beasts, this was clearly a forbidden zone for humans.
No wonder they could keep half the