Shen Wang was fairly satisfied. The biggest fear in selling illicit goods is getting double-crossed; as long as the Lingxi Pavilion was reliable, he was naturally willing to continue as a returning customer.
Leaving the boundaries of the Market area, a small cyan-colored boat appeared in front of Shen Wang, about one zhang in length. It was engraved with runes, and as Spiritual Essence was infused into it, the boat emitted a cyan light and hovered automatically within a whirlwind.
Shen Wang jumped onto it, merged his thoughts with it, and formed a hand seal to activate it. The Flying Ship began to move in the direction he had set.
The scenery around him swiftly receded, and the Flying Ship increased its speed until it was traveling ten zhang in the blink of an eye.
"Not bad. Although the speed can't compare to Sword Flight, as long as the direction is set, it requires no extra control, and can be propelled with Spirit Stones."
