As a wealthy inner disciple from a powerful noble family that had watched countless talents flourish in the Cosmic Dawn Sect for generations, Zhentian owned many personal ships.
Among them was a transport and cargo ship he himself called the Dragon's Fang, a light vessel designed to carry small detachments as far and as fast as possible.
It was a beautiful ship, with a main cabin resembling a dragon's jaws, a platform at its center serving as both a piloting station and a meeting area.
"Let's go." Zhentian snapped his fingers, and immediately, the spacecraft's main hatch opened, revealing the interior to everyone.
"This will be a quick mission, so you won't have your own quarters during the trip." Zhentian took the lead, alongside the other two inner disciples accompanying him.
Not having quarters wasn't exactly a problem for cultivators like them.
They could meditate in silence for years, even decades. What were a few hours without accommodations?
