Half a day was neither long nor short.
It was long from Qin Ling's perspective. Unable to find a suitable topic, he sat idly with Di Yi in sheer torment, each second truly stretching into a year.
It was short from Di Yi's perspective. Time itself held little substance for him. He had passed all those long years in just this way; a mere half day was less than the time it took him to close his eyes briefly.
Fortunately, the beings descending from the Upper Realm were punctual. Half a day meant half a day. As soon as the time arrived, auspicious lights suddenly danced outside the great ship, and with a powerful artifact clearing the way, several young men and women appeared in the area.
Their arrival was grand indeed. They seemed to walk along a golden avenue, boarding amid wafting fragrance, utterly conspicuous and dazzling.
When these young men and women arrived, the ship's owner led everyone out to welcome them, showing great respect and courtesy.
After all, compared with them, even this ship's connections to Deities and several great sects could not measure up.
"They travel like this without even concealing their identities?" Di Yi watched in bewilderment. Thinking back to when he had boarded, his own arrival could only be called exceedingly plain.
"Those who recognize them cannot afford to provoke them, and neither can those who don't," Qin Ling answered carefully upon hearing Di Yi's question.
"Oh, even your Immortal Mountain cannot afford to provoke them?" Di Yi asked.
"It isn't that we cannot afford to provoke them. We merely avoid unnecessary trouble," Qin Ling explained.
The Upper Realm was vast. A single province far exceeded anything the Lower Realm could compare with, and all manner of powers were tangled together.
Sometimes, even when