On the deck of the Flying Boat, the fierce wind was biting.
Dozens of Demon Sect Disciples were competing in casting spells and swordplay on the deck, laughing as they vied for the jug of Spiritual Wine that Ning Wan'er had put up as a prize.
Any disciple who won the applause of the crowd could drink a cup of sweet Spiritual Wine, rich in Spiritual Energy.
In such a lively atmosphere, Yan Xiaoru descended from the sky and appeared before everyone with a cold expression, abruptly stopping the joyful mood on the deck.
The previously laughing crowd immediately knelt down in uniform salutation.
"Greetings upon Elder's return!"
"Greetings upon the Master's return!"
Amid the respectful and tense shouts of the disciples, Yan Xiaoru looked on indifferently, her gaze sullen.
She coldly eyed the crowd gathered on the deck for fun and glanced at Aunt Su, who was quietly observing everything from a distance, clearly in a bad mood.