Yang Fan let out a bitter smile. He wanted to marvel at the audacity of these cultivators, but fortunately, he didn't know any of them, so he naturally wouldn't care.
Yang Fan operated his cultivation technique, his figure disappearing from sight. When he reappeared, he was already in the skies hundreds of miles away.
Here, Yang Fan boarded the flying boat.
The flying boat concealed itself at high altitude. After confirming that no one could possibly discover him, Yang Fan lay down in the cabin and closed his eyes.
Although there weren't too many battles in the past few days, it was truly exhausting. To ensure sufficient safety in the coming days, Yang Fan needed enough sleep.
Who knows how long he slept before Yang Fan woke up again, tidied himself up a bit, and then released his divine sense.
"Wow, it really is a group of fearless guys."
