C1436 Sad Breeze

A signal flare soared up into the sky.

Bang.

The fireworks blossomed as two large, colorful words appeared — Sailing!

More than a hundred warships headed towards the vast, endless sea.

On the deck of every warship stood Martial Cultivator s.

Looking at the endless sea, everyone was filled with excitement.

After around twenty days, they would be close to the Holy Island