Watching the scene before her, Deng Nianyue felt as if she were in a dream; everything seemed so unreal.
It was known that in the vast Holy Martial Dynasty, there were only about seventeen individuals at the Spirit Severing Realm of great power.
Which among these wasn't a high and mighty, legendary figure as elusive as a divine dragon?
Who could have thought that she, Deng Nianyue, would one day meet such a Heaven-Reaching Great Power, let alone be saved by one?
Thinking of this, she quickly forced herself to sit up, not bothering to tidy her disheveled clothes, and respectfully knelt on the ground: "Junior Deng Nianyue gratefully thanks the senior for saving my life!"
Zhou Qing's gaze swept over Deng Nianyue indifferently, his voice calm yet undeniable: "Take me to the black ship you mentioned."
"Yes, senior!" Deng Nianyue responded respectfully, a hint of relief at surviving flashed in her eyes.
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