On the deck of the ship, Di Yuan—the ship's owner and the eldest grandson of the main family of the Post House, one of the Upper Nine Professions of Jiangyin Prefecture—was completely stunned by that solemn roar of "Divine Soul." His mind went blank.
'No.'
'What the hell?'
'Ancestral Master?!'
'Is it really appropriate for such a loaded word to appear in a tiny, remote county town like this?'
He covered his ears and couldn't help but take two steps back.
Then, his expression changed drastically as he looked to the side at the Flying Immortal Temple Master. The man's Daoist Robe billowed, his face was solemn, and he was glaring viciously at Huang the Seventh Young Master and his group, looking as if he were about to unleash a resounding slap at any moment.
