Lijing Town.0

The lakeside dam bustled with activity as the great ship docked at the shore. Bathed in sunlight, it cast a wide shadow that enveloped the crowd below. Everyone on the ground looked up at it.0

An old man stood before the ship, extending his one remaining arm. His aged face was relaxed as he watched the people boarding. Cultivators nearby were all busy seeing others off, but no one urged him.0

It was only when everyone had boarded that a white-robed cultivator descended from the sky on a breeze. He carried a spear on his back, and his striking features made him stand out. 0

Landing on the ship’s prow, he cupped his hands toward the old man and greeted, "Elder Qiuyang!"0

Li Qiuyang waved his one arm, signaling An Siwei not to fuss. He gave a slow smile and said in a hoarse voice, "Your...0