The command was given.
It was akin to a spark falling on dry tinder, igniting the spirits of the Feixian Peak disciples who had been despondent for days.
Seeing more and more people heading to the top of the peak to board the flying ship, Wen Jiu remained unwilling to move.
To be honest,
he really didn't want to go.
Sure enough.
In the sect, one could gain benefits that a Loose Cultivator might never obtain in a lifetime, but it also required a price.
This price could well be their own life.
Meanwhile, Wang Nian hastily went home. After explaining some things to his wife, he turned and came to Wen Jiu's house.
Seeing Wen Jiu still hadn't moved and was merely gazing into the distance in the courtyard, Wang Nian hurriedly shouted, "Younger Brother Wen, it's time to go... You aren't afraid to go, are you?"
