The Dao Sect's colossal ship cruised slowly through the Cloud Sea, like a whale that could swallow the sky.
The Spiritual Ships and Flying Swords of Loose Cultivators were like frightened fish, hastily scattering the moment they saw the colossal ship's shadow fall upon the Cloud Sea.
Pei Yuhang stood on an open-air corridor, a constant, gentle breeze brushing past and lifting his ink-black hair.
He glanced back at the room behind him several times, wanting to go in, yet he remained, hesitating.
In the end, all he could do was let out a complicated sigh.
If someone had truly impersonated him back then, deceiving Nangong Jin and setting her on her current path, then Pei Yuhang felt he owed her a debt…
'On top of that, I have to find whoever was pulling the strings!'
'Who on earth was it? On the eve of my wedding to Liyuan, they lured Junior Sister Nangong from the Sect and tricked her into cultivating the Forgetfulness Sword Dao...'
