Caleb Li stood at the bow of the Spirit Boat with a light smile plastered on his face. He kept looking in the same direction without averting his gaze.
'I hope they last longer this time around.'
After traveling over a thousand miles, Caleb Li stopped the Spirit Boat.
"I'm tired of this hide and seek. Let's get this over with," he said to the empty sky.
For a moment, nothing happened. All that lay before him was the vast expanse of white clouds, but he remained patient.
"Impressive!" A deep voice echoed from the distance. "I've heard a lot about the Sky Cloud Holy Son, but your perception is even better than the rumors say."
Out of thin air, a withered old man calmly walked through the sky. His gray Daoist robe swayed gently with the wind.
"Haha, true, true. I knew the kid detected us the moment he left the sect," another old man appeared beside him, his expression amused.
"Same here. But it would be a shame to kill such a talented kid."
