"Fellow Daoist Cen, you are right on time."
Chu Ning flew out of the cave mansion and saw Cen Zijin, dressed in white clothes and wearing a veil with an ethereal aura.
"Would you like to rest inside the cave mansion for a while?"
"No need, let's go directly."
Cen Zijin finished speaking, waved her hand, and a brocade handkerchief about three feet in size appeared beside her.
The handkerchief was a delicate light green with embroidered floral edges, inlaid with golden silk and amber; indeed, it seemed to be a high-quality flying magical artifact.
"Do you have a flying magical artifact, Fellow Daoist?"
Upon hearing Cen Zijin's words, Chu Ning asked with a hint of surprise:
"Shouldn't there be islands inhabited by other cultivators near Pinghu Island? Aren't we going to use the teleportation array?"
Cen Zijin, hearing this, looked directly at Chu Ning with bright eyes.
