Li Yan had given away those spirit stones simply because he felt Meng Zhiyuan was a man of genuine feeling, someone worth befriending.
Outside, thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones would probably fall far short of buying even one of their spirit storage bags.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. I wish you both a smooth journey!"
Meng Zhiyuan slowly rose into the air again.
"Fellow Daoist Meng, this formation leads to the Lost Continent. Although my ancestor destroyed the other end, I still hope as few people as possible will know about this place!"
Meng Zhiyuan paused in midair at those words. Then, without turning around, he waved to Li Yan and Zhao Min, who were still standing on the cliff.
"I know what to do!"
Watching Meng Zhiyuan's figure disappear, Li Yan fell silent for a while.
Before long, one figure after another shot into the sky. The five in the lead cupped their hands in greeting toward the two figures on the cliff.
Once Li Yan and Zhao Min smiled and nodded in return, the five revealed their true forms amid a chorus of roars and led the ascent.
As five enormous Dark Spirit Demon Bats spread their wings, casting a vast swath of shadow, demon bats rose from the ground one after another.
In an instant, they streaked across the sky like streams of colored meteors.
Before Li Yan and Zhao Min's eyes, a sky-blotting swarm flew toward the southerly sunlight. The sun fell upon them, coating their bodies in a dark, glossy sheen.
"They're drawing far too much attention. They'll attract trouble!"
Zhao Min knitted her finely shaped brows.
"They probably won't. No high-level cultivators or demon beasts have appeared in this stretch of sea so far.
"Most of these Dark Spirit Demon Bats