The night is dark and the wind is strong, all sounds have ceased.
Li Ji'an and his group are seated on the flying boat, outside of which no light can be seen save for a few scattered stars unobstructed by clouds, while inside it is as bright as day.
Though the speed is not slow, there is no bumpiness; it is comfortable, and not even the slightest noise of the outside wind can be heard at the ear.
This made Li Ji'an full of admiration for the "flying boat," and equally filled with anticipation for the real Cultivation Realm he is about to enter.
At least, this "flying boat" showed Li Ji'an the technological level of this realm's true Cultivation Realm, and it is better than the fantasy worlds he'd read about in novels where flying swords needed fences for safety.
"Immortal Master, are all Immortal Realm Immortal Masters as handsome as you?" A female Immortal Seedling who noticed a subtle shift in the Immortal Master's mood began to test by expressing emotional interest.
