Whoosh!
A sword-shaped Magic Ship hurtled above the clouds at a terrifying speed.
Friction between the air and the Magic Ship's fluid shield turned the air into plasma, enveloping the vessel in a red glow and trailing a long plume of flame.
It flashed across the sky like a gigantic sword-shaped meteor.
"Master, why are there so few people this time?"
The first to speak was Xiao Xin.
After attending the Holy Son's succession ceremony, Winter True Lord had not immediately returned to his duties in the Myriad Transformations Immortal Dynasty. Instead, he had left the Hehuan Sect for the junction of the Sword Palace, the Myriad Transformations Immortal Dynasty, and the Hehuan Sect, meeting Liu Qingqing's Magic Ship along the way.
After boarding the Magic Ship, Winter True Lord discovered that Liu Qingqing had brought only a few maids and Inner Sect Disciples to operate it. He was the only Nascent Soul cultivator!
This made Winter True Lord frown.
After Liu Qingqing ascended, he had first been dispatched to the Myriad Transformations Immortal Dynasty as a Special Envoy. Winter had not particularly minded.
Under Liu Qingqing's influence, he too was a cultivation fanatic devoted entirely to Kendo. He worshipped his master fervently and wanted to become someone like her.
He did not mind being kept away from the Sword Palace's center of power. In the Myriad Transformations Immortal Dynasty, he spent most of his time immersed in cultivation and rarely handled affairs. Only when his master returned and contacted him did he become active again.
"We're only attending a meeting. Why would I need so many people accompanying me? Didn't I call you here to operate the Magic Ship?"
Liu Qingqing sat cross-legged, looking aloof.
Winter True Lord had long since grown accustomed to his master's attitude and merely