High above the clouds, a Flying Ship shrouded in Spiritual Light streaked into the distance.
"...In another three days and three nights, we'll reach the outer edges of the Feiyu Sea Region,"
Inside the cabin, Ling Changqing looked slightly melancholy. "It's a shame about Qingxuan and the others. They'll probably be heartbroken for quite a while, won't they?"
Gong Ling smiled. "There's no need to worry. They certainly won't give up easily. They're bound to be searching for you high and low, trying to find out where you've gone.
Years from now, Master, when you've become a Nascent Soul True Monarch or even a Divinity Transformation Great Power, you can just go back to them!"
"Yes, that's true."
Ling Changqing agreed. He knew that in this vast and boundless world, strength was the only currency a Cultivator could truly rely on.
Only with enough power of his own could he control his destiny and avoid being used as a pawn by the great figures of the world.
