Under the azure sky, it was a clear day.
An Immortal Boat was sailing at a high altitude. The Immortal Boat had the color of lustrous jade and was extremely fast, signaling high quality. The cultivator on the boat must not be weak, for even a Robbing cultivator could not catch up to the speed of the Immortal Boat.
The journey was uneventful.
On the Immortal Boat, Han Yi sat on one side, looking down. He observed the towering mountain ranges and ethereal Immortal Cities below, racing past him. His face was silent, but various thoughts flashed through his mind.
It was absolutely impossible to join the Heavenly Will Sect in this life, especially becoming Master Tian Xin's disciple, which was out of the question.
Two disciples: one was more pitiful than the other, one more mad than the other. Han Yi didn't want to become the third.
However, refusing was not an option. Han Yi understood this from the expression on Tian Xin Monarch's face.
In that case.
