A lone leaf-like boat sailing on the vast, boundless ocean, with the wind fierce and waves towering, wave after wave crashing skyward, yet the small boat managed to sail on the crest of the waves unimpeded, faster than lightning.
On the boat, an old man and a young man stood one behind the other.
"What's the point of doing all this? Why not just fly directly to the Spiritual Mountain?"
The old man standing behind was naturally Bai Feng, who was somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Xiaobai's choice of transportation.
"Old Bai, you've never been to the Spiritual Mountain, you don't know what kind of place it is. This time, I'm planning to put an end to things with the Ghost Sect."
