Li Yan watched Donglin Tingyue rapidly set up the formation. He stood to one side of the door. Though equally anxious, his face remained calm.
The more it was a matter of life and death, the more he tended to be like this.
Anxiety would only make him lose his composure.
Donglin Tingyue's appearance reminded Li Yan of the female cultivators he had encountered in the lower realm—Zhao Min, Gong Chenying, Shuang Qingqing, and even Bai Rou, who had taken part in the great battle at Fengliang Mountain...
When they encountered such circumstances, they would appear far calmer.
Though Donglin Tingyue had experienced quite a few brushes with death, there was still quite a gap between her and the cruelty of the lower realm.
The old woman surnamed He had already begun using her Divine Sense to inspect the rooms one by one, starting from the bow of the vessel. Her search was neither especially slow nor especially fast.
After several Nascent Soul cultivators had escaped from her grasp just now, she had become somewhat less contemptuous.
Her Divine Sense continued drawing closer to the room where Li Yan and the others were, eliminating rooms one after another...
Donglin Tingyue saw Li Yan standing there with furrowed brows, deep in thought. She had no solution herself either.
The old woman surnamed He stood on the deck outside, like a death-seeking evil ghost from the Nine Netherworlds.
Donglin Tingyue's heart grew colder and colder.
She sensed an aura that made her tremble rapidly approaching from one side, like a hand reaching out from the darkness of night!
The thunderous rumbling that had just ceased outside began again, shaking heaven and earth. The entire giant vessel trembled without end.
The cultivators of "Fuling Mountain Manor" and "Tianshan Garden" did not dare defy