Yu Xuan sat leisurely atop the spirit boat as it cut through the crimson sky at nearly two thousand kilometers per hour.
Despite the terrifying speed, the deck remained eerily calm.
Not a single ripple of wind disturbed his robes.
The layered formations engraved in the boat perfectly isolated the interior from outside pressure, turbulence, and spatial friction.
To anyone aboard, it felt as though the world itself had slowed down.
He was also not worried about the others, as they were powerful too.
Though Yu Xuan resisted the urge to make a pirate flag, he did not relax.
His spirit sense remained fully extended, sweeping the surroundings in overlapping waves.
Underground.
Midair.
Even for faint spatial distortions.
Anything that dared to move within several kilometers of the boat would be detected instantly.
This was simply caution.
At the current speed, Yu Xuan calculated he would reach Mo Lin's location in exactly twenty-one minutes.
Ten minutes passed.
