Somewhere in the vast sky above the continent, clouds and mist intertwined, covering the surrounding heavens in a hazy white veil. A magnificent Flying Boat was traveling through the clouds when the Golden Core cultivator standing at its bow suddenly narrowed his eyes. He stared at the dense mist ahead and spoke coldly, "Since you've come, why not show yourself?"
The moment his voice spread out, the cultivators aboard the Flying Boat became alert. They immediately turned their gazes toward the clouds ahead, and several powerful spiritual senses swept outward. Yet before anyone could discover anything, a faint and lazy laugh drifted from within the mist.
"Hehe..."
The laughter was neither loud nor threatening, but it caused the expressions of the cultivators on the Flying Boat to change.
The mist slowly parted.
