The old man hurried ahead, moving far more briskly than before, as if afraid Lin Feng might suddenly change his mind.
He respectfully guided him aboard, his earlier trembling replaced by nervous diligence.
The onlookers watched in stunned silence as the two boarded the vessel.
"Did… did that just happen?"
"Mentor Lin Feng is actually going with him?"
"Incredible… even the Medicine Pavilion is dealing with him personally now…"
Whispers broke out once more, but this time they were filled with awe rather than tension.
Within moments, the flying boat lifted into the air.
A low hum resonated as it rose steadily, cutting through the sky with practiced ease.
The city below grew smaller and smaller, its buildings shrinking into distant shapes as clouds began to drift past.
Standing at the edge of the deck, Lin Feng looked ahead calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.
His robes fluttered lightly in the wind, his expression as composed as ever.
