The sunlight fell upon the high layer of clouds, painting the white clouds with patches of gold.
More than ten floating airships lined up in a row, steadily sailing forward, like traveling over golden waves. Each floating ship had a distinct Qingming insignia, with menacing cannons at both the bow and stern, painted specifically in bright silver.
On the deck of each flying boat, many Dao Foundation Cultivators of Taichu Palace were seated, listening to the speeches of the Dharma Master Uncles.
"Listen carefully, everyone. The journey to Ji Country is long and the goods we are escorting are of great volume and high value. We must not fail! This route was pioneered by your Junior Master Zhang Sheng, and later repeatedly cleared by Senior Sister Ji, Wind Ancestor, and Junior Master Feng, leaving most threats eradicated.
But we still must remain vigilant. Should there be any remnants and we fail to capture them, won't that mean other ships gain the merit? Can we tolerate this?"
