"The third one!"
"It's actually a Soul Nourishing Pill again!"
"Truly a display of wealth and power!"
The individual cultivators aboard the Cloud Sail, each with their eyes gleaming, some surreptitiously rubbed their hands together in anticipation.
Ma Feng smirked nefariously, the fervent glow in his pupils becoming hard to conceal.
Wang Ying took a deep breath and forcibly shifted his gaze away from Pang Jian to avoid betraying an unseemly desire as the vessel's ferryman.
"Interesting."
Pang Jian muttered inwardly.
Now that his attention was freed, he also noticed the strange looks from those around him, his profound eyes casually falling on the group of individual cultivators near the ferryman Wang Ying.
He then closed his eyes again, pretending to see nothing.
An hour later.
With a thud, the Cloud Sail docked at a bare mountain peak.
