The Jiageng was enveloped in silence.
Xie Xuanyi, carrying his umbrella sword, boarded the ship and saw only scattered silhouettes—three or four in total. The cloud ship was not large; it could accommodate only about twenty people.
These few were clearly solitary cultivators, simply occupying a corner of the cloud ship, quietly cultivating.
Xie Xuanyi boarded the ship.
They merely glanced briefly at him before averting their eyes.
Now… in the entire imperial city, who did not know of Xie Zhen?
Those cultivators coming to participate in the Northern Hunt would at least remember a few names… Xie Zhen was undoubtedly one of them.
Perhaps it was because they knew that Xie Zhen was not one to be trifled with.
Boarding went unexpectedly smoothly.
Xie Xuanyi did not engage in conversation with anyone. After getting on board, he found a spot near the stern to sit down, near a huge mast pole, under the dark shadow it cast.
