"You should rest first!" Qiang Yuefeng said with a smile. "With Fellow Daoist Zhu leading the way, and us watching over you, there is no need for you to be afraid!"
"Yes, this junior understands!" Xiao Hua's expression eased slightly. Forcing a smile, he stepped into the cabin.
Sure enough, just as Zhu Chenghe had said, several small quiet rooms stood along either side of the cabin. Xiao Hua casually chose one, activated the restriction, and sat down cross-legged. His face was as still as water as he quietly pondered. After a short while, his eyes suddenly lit up. His divine sense swept through the room, and with a wave of his hand, he took out a jade slip—the contents he had copied earlier from the jade slip Gen Qing had given him. He immediately immersed his divine sense in it and examined it carefully for a long while. A faint smile rose at the corner of his lips, but then his face froze, revealing a trace of astonishment. He immersed his divine sense in it again, as though he had discovered something else unusual.
Time passed swiftly. Before he knew it, several days had gone by. Xiao Hua had long since put the jade slip away in his space and continued practicing the Soul Stab technique. Then, on this day, the flying boat suddenly shook violently before coming to a stop.
"Eh? Have we arrived?" Xiao Hua rose to his feet and thought, But I wonder whether this place is close to the location Martial Uncle Gen gave me!
Xiao Hua left the quiet room, but before he could speak, the sight before him left him stunned.
Before them stretched an unbroken mountain range. Thick forests sprawled across its slopes, lush green as though they might drip at any