"Senior Brother, where are we headed now?"
The two of them piloted the flying boat, like a streak of light shuttling through the sea of clouds, with mountains speeding past beneath their feet.
Long Zhao lay leisurely in the space of the flying boat, holding a pot of spiritual wine in his left hand and a bunch of unknown fruits in his right, enjoying himself with bites from both sides, exuding an air of laziness.
Before meeting Zhong Lin, he naturally dared not behave this way, but now... can't he enjoy himself properly?
Zhong Lin glanced at Long Zhao, who was like a pile of mud, and said in a deep voice, "We've been out for so long, it's been ages since we've gone back. I wonder how the Sword Cauldron Sect is doing?"
