Cen Wushan listened, his gaze growing more melancholic.
Han Jihai spoke for quite a while until Cen Wushan couldn't help but interrupt:
"Master, if you keep talking like this, we won't return by tomorrow!"
Only then did Han Jihai stop, watching the two depart.
On an open space on Pill Peak, Cen Wushan flicked his fingers, and a rustic Spiritual Boat appeared.
He jumped onto it and asked Lin Chen:
"Junior Brother, are you coming up?"
Lin Chen shook his head and took out the Purple Jade Gourd from his waist.
In an instant, the gourd expanded to about a meter wide.
Seeing the Purple Jade Gourd, Cen Wushan couldn't help but feel envious again.
"The old man really likes you! I begged for this gourd for a long time, but he never gave it to me..."
"Junior Brother, keep up. If your Magical Power isn't enough, remember to tell Senior Brother."
With that said, the Spiritual Boat rose into the air and headed northwest.
"Master, I'm leaving!"
