Not long after Li Yun finished speaking with Peak Lord Shen Ming, a deep horn-like sound suddenly echoed throughout the entire Boulder Inn district.
The sound was heavy, ancient, and majestic. It rolled through the air like a tide of pressure, shaking windows, rattling courtyard gates, and causing tiled roofs throughout the area to tremble slightly beneath its force.
Li Yun's expression sharpened immediately, and he turned his gaze toward the sky without hesitation.
Above the inn, an enormous flying vessel had appeared.
Its massive shadow stretched across the ground below, covering a large section of the district and dimming the sunlight beneath it. Many people instinctively looked upward, their expressions changing the moment they saw what hovered overhead.
The vessel was so large that it resembled a floating fortress rather than an ordinary flying boat.
