Three months went by in the blink of an eye, and the Classical Starship was completely repaired. All that was left was to connect the formations at the gap, and they could set off.
At this time, the Honored One of the Thousand Spirit Sect and the Thousand Spirit Sect's Third Supreme Elder were chatting on the Starship.
"Old Three, I feel like the way Eldest Brother looks at me is becoming more and more wrong." The Honored One of the Thousand Spirit Sect said somewhat uneasily.
"Maybe he's regretting not adding those 500 Punishment Thunder Whips together and is trying to come up with a reason to do so."
"One time, the Eldest Brother was sighing while looking at the Classical Starship, so you better behave yourself these days." The Thousand Spirit Sect's Third Supreme Elder said delightedly in other people's misfortune.
Five hundred Punishment Thunder Whips were not a big deal for the Honored One of the Thousand Spirit Sect, it just hurt a bit.
