Flying a hundred miles away.
Xie Jiuniang had already come to the periphery of the dangerous area and saw wave after wave of water beasts escaping.
At the same time, she encountered an old acquaintance.
Mo Chuan still had that ordinary face, and as soon as he saw her, he flew over on his sword and asked, "Little junior brother, may I hitch a ride on your boat?"
"Chenghui, one medium-grade spirit stone per hour," Xie Jiuniang responded without hesitation.
As soon as Jian Lingyan sensed someone nearby, it had already returned to the contract space.
Mo Chuan tossed two medium-grade spirit stones to Xie Jiuniang.
Xie Jiuniang made room and sat at one end of the small boat.
Mo Chuan sat at the other end.
There was even space for a small tea table between them, suitable for drinking wine or tea.
Mo Chuan asked, "You're coming from the inner area, do you know what happened?"
