The ship shaped like a bird in flight came to a sudden halt.0

The young man in yellow seemed to have sensed something. His eyes flashed like cold lightning as he gazed at the distant Su Yi.0

“Young Master, did you discover something amiss with that young man?” asked the decrepit elder in brocade.0

“I just think he’s too calm,” said the young man in yellow. “You’re a god, no? What Great Realm cultivator of the River of Epochs would dare to disregard you?”0

The old man in brocade was briefly startled. Then, he too looked at the young man in the distance0

He had plain features and pristine, undyed robes, and he walked casually over the River of Epochs.0

Even when they stared at him, the young man seemed extraordinarily calm, without the slightest panic or nervousness. No, he couldn’t even be bothered to spare them a glance.0

This really was out of the ordinary.0

A moment later, the old man laughed. “Young Master, perhaps his cultivation is too low, and he doesn’t realize that he’s looking at a god. After all, this world has never had any shortage of blind, ignorant fools.”0

“That's simply not possible. What Great Realm cultivator capable of traversing the River of...0