On the Flying Boat.
Zhou Tu had already seen the figure of Yang Zhenshan and grinned ferociously, "There! There! Quick, chase him!"
The flying boat they were on was a medium-sized vessel, about twelve or thirteen zhang long. Its body was spindle-shaped, glinting with a cold, hard light. The bow was raised three feet high, embedded with a half-cast bronze eagle beak, exuding a faint golden stream.
As it flew, it trailed a stream of light several zhang long, looking from a distance like a flying metal eagle, casting a cold silhouette between the clouds.
Xu Mingzhu also spotted Yang Zhenshan's figure. Unlike Zhou Tu's impatience, he squinted, his eyes sharp as eagle eyes.
"Master Zhou, this time we rely on you!"
He spoke to an elderly Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him.
Master Zhou stroked his graying beard, smiling warmly, "Rest assured, Master Xu, my array is prepared and can be activated at any time."
