Observing the scenery of Lingsha City from a flying position, all the children opened their mouths wide, their small hands tightly gripping the ship's rail, utterly fascinated.
Wei Zhaixing also forgot his sorrow. As he looked at the Lingsha River stretching for thousands of miles, with waves constantly rising, he suddenly recalled the flood dragon that kept bowing and begging for mercy over six years ago, and the immortal who stood with hands behind his back, walking on the waves.
His chest was filled with excitement, and he couldn't help but tremble.
Sect Leader, I will be able to see you again soon!
Meanwhile, at the city gate of Lingsha City, the grand array that had just closed not long ago opened a small gap, allowing a flying ship to enter. A few cultivators brought young and beautiful mortal women into the city, winding their way through the streets before arriving at a secluded courtyard.
