More than a month later.
Amidst the clouds and fog, a Spirit Boat, like a streak of light, rapidly shuttled through the sky.
Lu Changsheng, dressed in a cyan robe, stood tall on the Spirit Boat, looking down at the mountain ranges below that resembled a checkerboard.
It must be said, such long-distance travel was extremely monotonous and tedious.
If it weren't for Qingyun Sect's Spiritual Vessel that only came once a year, he would be eager to return and would not be willing to steer the Spirit Boat; he would have chosen to travel by the Spiritual Vessel instead.
"My lord, let me take over the steering of the Spirit Boat while you rest for a while," said Ling Zixiao, who had been resting with her eyes closed, as she opened her clear and beautiful eyes and looked at Lu Changsheng, her voice melodious.
Although steering the Spirit Boat didn't consume much Mental Spirit or Mana,
traveling day and night could still be somewhat tiresome and dull.
