Fu Heyi slowly opened his eyes.
Then he suddenly sat bolt upright.
The last thing he remembered was Fu Xuanxing inviting him to drink, after which he had gotten drunk and collapsed onto the table.
Looking around again—
"This isn't my room. It looks more—more like a ship?"
His first thought was that he was aboard the Colorful-Luan Spirit Ship.
But upon closer inspection, this was not the Colorful-Luan Spirit Ship, and it was moving far faster than the spirit ship.
Pushing open the door, he saw Fu Xuanxing sitting dizzily at the bow while Fu Henghua took his pulse and prepared a medicinal brew.
"You brat, you can really hold your liquor. You got Nineteenth Uncle drunk, yet you still managed to carry him into the room before sitting down so obediently?"
"I... I can obviously hold my liquor—hic—when I was little, I went stealing every day—hic—"
The youth sat there in a muddle.
Henghua had carefully considered Fu Tongjun's suggestion. The next day, he packed up and set out for Four Return Island.
"You little bastard, you tricked me again!"
Fu Heyi charged over in a rage.
Henghua mixed Fu Xuanxing a cup of sobering tea, then rose to evade Fu Heyi's formation flags.
"You're awake, Elder?"
As the Pure Wind stirred, Fu Henghua leaped onto the roof of the ship.
"Nineteenth Uncle, what do you think of this Pursuing Cloud Boat?"
"Wei Zhiwen's?"
Fu Heyi looked over the spirit boat he was currently aboard.
It was larger than the Colorful-Luan Spirit Ship, with crimson railings and colorful banners, five tiers of pavilions rising from it. It was clearly a tower ship.
"Pursuing Cloud—I remember this was a treasure-grade spirit boat left behind by the Ling Clan."
"That's right. Pursuing Cloud, Listening Wind, Thundering Lightning, and Misty Smoke—these