With a casual wave of his hand, the Nascent Soul leader summoned a small flying boat.
It hovered a few inches above the ground, carved from smooth blackwood and inscribed with glowing runes. The vessel looked simple, but Yu Xuan could sense the formations embedded into its hull.
The entire group boarded silently. It was just large enough to fit twenty people comfortably — likely a standard issue for official matters.
The leader took position at the front, placing his hand on the steering formation. With a light pulse of his Qi, the boat lifted higher into the air and began gliding forward, smooth as silk.
Yu Xuan, still dealing with a lingering headache, eyed the vessel and thought to himself, 'An actual flying boat. So original means of travel.'
He had one himself, a much smaller version in his space ring given to him by his mother, though it required high grade spirit stones or a far deeper cultivation base than his to operate smoothly. So he never used it.
