"Him?" Zhang Jie had already spoken several times in such ambiguous terms. Today, she had actually pointed out "him," and Du Peng suddenly came to his senses. Startled, he asked, "Who is he?"
Zhang Jie smiled faintly, as radiant as a phoenix flower. Watching the thousands of Bone Flying Boats begin to move, she said, "Perhaps... you'll know very soon!"
Although Zhang Jie had not specified who "he" was, how could Du Peng fail to realize from her expression that this "he" was certainly a cultivator on the same level as Zhang Jie? And unless something unexpected happened, he had to be a disciple of the Daoist sects! In an instant, Du Peng thought of many things, yet no matter how he racked his brains, he could not find any flaw. He did not know where he had exposed himself. He cursed inwardly, Damn it! Then he began calculating again. This time, he had to take the risk and enter the Lost Land. He absolutely could not show himself on Yilin Continent again.
As Du Peng made his decision, the flying boat carrying Xiao Hua and the others had already descended into the gurgling bloodstream under Shui Chong's control. Just as Xiao Hua had expected, this Bone Flying Boat was absolutely no ordinary soul artifact, nor was it as simple as it had appeared during the drill in midair that day. Once everyone was seated upon the bones, Shui Chong gave several commands, and they all activated their magical treasures. The Bone Flying Boat gradually rose into the air. Yet rather than charging toward the torn restriction beneath Broken Blade Ridge, it swept into the distance. After flying several hundred zhang, it suddenly shot into the sky. Once it had risen a full thousand zhang, it turned its bow again,