On the deck of the ship, Little Bull looked around curiously before asking, "Where are the others?"
"What others?" Zhou Ren asked.
"The people."
"There are no people."
Little Bull blinked. "Just us?"
"Just us."
The young man seemed surprised. "Why?"
Zhou Ren proudly puffed out his chest. "This is one of the privileges granted to sect elders."
Little Bull's eyes widened. "Elder is important?"
Elder He Jian rolled his eyes. "A little."
"A little?" Zhou Ren repeated incredulously.
The disciple looked as though he wanted to protest, but ultimately gave up. Little Bull merely nodded. To him, being important apparently changed very little as the ship soon lifted off.
The formation arrays activated smoothly, and a soft hum spread through the vessel before the massive craft accelerated. The scenery blurred almost immediately as the docks vanished behind them and the teleportation hall became a distant speck.
