Chijian hastily shook his head:
"No, that's not right. This is my gift to you—it has nothing to do with Qian, not even half a tael!"
Although Wang Ba was tempted, he still politely declined:
"Given the urgency of the situation, Senior, you should hurry back to Huangji Continent with this fellow Daoist."
Chijian slapped his thigh:
"Right! I need to hurry back!"
He quickly bid farewell to Wang Ba, Ying He, and the others:
"I'm off then!"
With that said, he hurriedly flew towards the direction of the fleet.
The robed young man looked apologetic, bowed deeply, and also hurried toward the fleet.
Soon, the fleet within the mist swiftly turned around, heading back east.
The whole process seemed incredibly rushed.
As he watched the fleet's silhouettes gradually fade away, Wang Ba's expression became increasingly solemn.