His gaze directly bypassed the Starry Night God, who was chattering ceaselessly, and refocused on the massive building ship in the distance.
Underneath the building ship.
The rhythm of the incantations chanted by the group of people became even more urgent.
"Are you stalling for time?"
Matthew's eyes gradually grew colder.
"Yes."
The Starry Night God admitted it outright:
"Using the truth about Isabelle to exchange for your time to listen, in order to satisfy our needs, is a fair trade, isn't it?"
"By the way, we're also about to leave the Aindor Continent, just like Isabelle."
"The difference is, we're heading to the recovering Eastern Continent, a land that has once again become vibrant. We will establish our new home there."
"See that building ship?"
"That is the Witch Clan's Dragon Ship. The Witch Clan is a very special branch among the Su people, somewhat similar to the Cyberdragons of the Eastern Continent, skilled in making all kinds of magical tools and artifacts."