A sword Qi split the Yongqing River into two, revealing the deep River bed in the middle.
It was as if the heavens had bestowed upon them a gift. Not only did the turbulent river water not harm the boat, but the zombies and ghostly figures also worked together. The boat moved at a flying speed, and it did not take long for it to dock at Shen Manor.
After the ship arrived, The Fiend corpses silently sank into the water, and peace was restored.
The ghosts reluctantly let go of the old Daoist and looked at him with regret and sighs.
"Thank you, thank you."
The second disciple, whose entire body was drenched, had tears streaming down his face. He desperately kowtowed in the direction where the fiendish corpses and ghosts had left silently and thanked them.
Even though he knew that these dark spirits did not come to thank him, he still obediently kowtowed a few times in all directions before carefully getting up.
It was strange.
