As Noire was still lost in the reminiscent of Adrian's final whims and desires, about four days distance away, a massive pagoda flying treasure sped forth in a neck-break pace, almost paving a valley through the turbulent waves.
In an isolated room within this pagoda, Wang and Rui sat in a dispirited manner with gloomy expressions, currently, they were listening to one of the staff disciples complaining about the consumption of Qi crystals in a stressed atmosphere.
"Young master, young lady... If this rate of consumption skyrockets the more, although we would gain a tremendous boost in speed, our crystals will turn into powder by the time we arrive back at the Core Continent. If the Martial Law was to investigate..."
The disciple gulped, not daring to think of the consequences.
