C242 The Myriad Spirit Sect's Mountain Gate

Below, a myriad of mountain ranges, valleys, cities, and lakes whizzed past, much like a blur of lights to a galloping horse. During this time, Yang Xuan refrained from his usual cultivation and instead struck up a casual conversation with Zhang Zhengli.

Meanwhile, the elder stood at the ship's prow, hands clasped behind him, peering into the far horizon.

The vessel soared for a full three days