The ancient ship crafted from Purple Sun Shock Demon Wood was far more extraordinary than everyone had imagined. Once everyone got on, Old Smoke Gun grabbed the oar and began to row.
The ancient ship's speed was like lightning.
"Have you always been ferrying cultivators across Thunder Sea, senior?" Lin Feng asked.
Old Smoke Gun took a puff of dry tobacco and grinned, saying, "Yes, I've been the ferryman for a long, long time!"
"Ferryman?" The black-robed cultivator's voice involuntarily heightened.
Old Smoke Gun continued to chuckle eerily as he looked at the black-robed cultivator and said, "Do you know the ferryman?"
"Ferry the living by day, ferry the dead by night—you're a soul ferryman!"
The black-robed cultivator said in a deep voice.
"Soul ferryman?"
Upon hearing this name, the others were slightly surprised, their expression turning grave.
Ferry the living by day, ferry the dead by night.
