The pursuers have arrived!

Seven days later.

The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sparrows flew in the sky, the waves sparkling.

A large spiritual boat was flying across the sky at high speed.

In the bottom cabin.

More than a dozen secret practitioners were squeezed into a narrow cabin, and the air was particularly turbid.

However, cultivators who lived at this level were often short of money and were helpless.

At this moment, several secret practitioners were gathered near the door of the cabin, rolling the dice for fun. They were chatting and cursing."I'm too late. Otherwise, I would have gone to the top cabin as well. Why would I be squeezed in this pigsty like place with you?"

"Have you gone crazy again? I'm afraid it'll cost more than a thousand spirit stones for a night. Even if I tear you apart and sell you to a devil cultivator, you might not be worth this price."