Two months later, in the agreed-upon sea area.
A nearly one-hundred-zhang long Jiao bone large ship sprawled above the deep sea, its sides bristling with flags emblazoned with the large character "Xu." This vessel had been looming over the ocean for several days just to wait for that fated person.
"Swish—"
A gust of light wind raced across the sea surface, carrying a young cultivator clad in green robes, his hands clasped behind his back, emanating a faint Golden Core aura.
"He's here!"
On the deck, Golden Core Manager Xu San burst with excitement and said, "Disperse the protections, let Fellow Daoist Fire Origin board."
Instantly, the array of prohibitions around the ship dissipated.
Ning Daoran drifted down gracefully.
"Eh, where is Young Master Xu?" he asked, puzzled.
"Fellow Daoist doesn't know."
