Song Changsheng was suddenly alarmed, only then realizing he had actually spoken his thoughts aloud. He quickly laughed it off. "It's nothing. Which one of these are we taking?"
Zhuang Yuechan, not suspecting a thing, pointed to the more rounded Flying Ship on the left. "That's the one. It departs at Noon today and will only take a month to reach Meng Province."
"Noon, huh? That's soon. Let's board."
The two walked up the lowered wooden ladder to board the ship. Soon, a white-haired old man blocked their path. He stiffly presented his own Waist Token and said, "My name is Jiangg Qing. I am the Steward of this Flying Ship, responsible for passenger registration. Where are you headed?"
Song Changsheng glanced at it and saw the words "Wanlong Commerce Association" on the Waist Token. 'As expected of a colossal Commerce Association that spans several Cultivation Realms,' he thought. 'You really can see them everywhere.'
