The sky was dark, the wind roared furiously, and sandstorms raged across the sky, casting a somber and gloomy shroud over the world.
Three gigantic dragon ships hovered in the air, arranged in a triangular formation, with their protective shields fully deployed and integrated.
The Qi Cultivation Disciples on the ships called out in unison, tightening the ropes to collect the sails, waiting for the storm to pass before continuing their journey westward.
In the depths of the ship's cabin, the door of a Quiet Room was opened from inside, and Zhu Meng, a Late-Stage Qi Cultivation female cultivator in her early twenties, carried a tray and quietly walked out, with two storage bags placed on the tray.
As she closed the door, the doors of several nearby Quiet Rooms were slightly ajar, creaking open.
Male and female Qi Cultivation cultivators serving various Alchemists and Talisman Makers peeked out, their eyes fixed on the tray in Zhu Meng's hands.
