Several months later, over the smoky and miasma-filled forests of the Southern Border continent, a jade ship sped by.
Aboard the ship, Nascent Soul cultivators Sheng Xia and Zhang Kong stood, one at the front and one at the back, their gazes scanning the surroundings, expressions somewhat grave.
"Brother Sheng, you've been driving this flying boat for more than half a month. How about I take over so you can recover your mana?" Zhang Kong patted his old friend's shoulder and said.
"No need, this bit of consumption is nothing significant. Especially now, with the appearance of that Weird Thief True Monarch, all the Nascent Soul fellow cultivators in the North Domain of the continent are in a state of panic. It's best for us brothers to return to the sect as quickly as possible." Sheng Xia shook his head and said.
