A Sword Boat aimlessly drifted deep within the dense fog.
Without the sun, moon, or stars for reference, it was impossible to distinguish day from night, and the passage of time was as inscrutable as the human heart.
Pang Jian occasionally stood at the third-floor window, coldly watching the dramatic changes in everyone's emotions.
Every once in a while, the expressions on the faces of the disciples from Sword Tower and Black Valley, and the meanings in their eyes, would undergo an astonishing transformation.
At first, everyone pointed their fingers at... him.
They said it was because of his needless action—jumping out of the Sword Boat in pursuit of those green ants—that Qi Qingsong had ordered to follow, causing the Sword Boat to veer off course.
The accusers believed that without his interference with the direction of the Sword Boat, they wouldn't have gotten lost and would have already arrived at the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.
No one knew how much time had passed.
