"A comedy of errors,"
Su Guishan laughed heartily.
The Ghost Mother Cult had known the arrival of the Martial Saint and would have certainly calculated the distance of his journey, leaving ample time for their attack.
Little did they expect the Martial Saint to encounter a group of snake demons along the way and to drive them like cattle and horses.
The Luminous Boat, already formidable, was thus provided with wings.
It saved a bit of energy after all.
"You wretched old thing! It took you so long to come out; I see you're plotting against my Weng Family's fortune!"
Weng Lijun clung to the driftwood, and even with the Martial Saint's imminent arrival, he still wanted to curse a few words.
