To still underestimate their opponent under these circumstances, one would have to have been kicked in the head by a donkey.
Upon hearing this, Song Changsheng humbly cupped his hands. "You two Fellow Daoists flatter me. I was merely a bit lucky."
Although he was their junior in terms of seniority, they were all Foundation Establishment Cultivators. No one could find fault with him addressing them as fellow daoists.
After they exchanged some pleasantries, Song Luhuai said, "It's getting late. We should get going."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, and a wooden Flying Ship dozens of feet long materialized before them.
"I never thought Fellow Daoist Song would bring the Cloud-Sailing Ship! This journey is going to be much more relaxing," Wang Lizhou said with a grin, stroking the side of the Flying Ship.
"Exactly! We finally don't have to travel by foot. What are you all gawking at? Get on," Li Tianyou said, glaring at several young disciples from the Li Clan.
