Weiyuan Immortal City.
The shipyard.
The one known as "Mr. Zhong" was a young man in his teens.
He stepped onto the deck, took out several instruments, and began to inspect the array patterns.
A short while later.
Mr. Zhong stood up, walked off the deck, and spoke to the expectant, middle-aged Loose Cultivator standing to the side.
"Hmm... There aren't any major issues. The array isn't badly damaged, and the hull damage won't be hard to fix."
"How about one hundred Spirit Stones?"
The price was quite fair.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged Loose Cultivator's face lit up with joy. He quickly signed the Spirit Contract and paid the deposit.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhong."
"Come back in a month with the Spirit Contract to pick up your ship."
After seeing the middle-aged Loose Cultivator off, Mr. Zhong nodded.
His name was Zhong Qi.
Though he was young, he hailed from a renowned shipwright family in Weiyuan Immortal City.
