The six flying ships advanced swiftly, with the scenery of mountains, rivers, forests, and lakes swiftly passing below.
On the flying ship, disciples like Song Minghui and Lin Han were either chatting in groups of two or three, closing their eyes to rest, or inventorying their gains from this journey.
This time, during the northern expedition against demons, the Cyan Mountain Sect did not suffer any fallen disciples; only three were injured and were still recuperating.
One could say that this trip was indeed quite worthwhile.
Because it was the return journey, the atmosphere on the ship was rather joyful and relaxed, with occasional laughter breaking the monotony.
However, amidst this harmonious and calm ambiance, Lu Ping increasingly sensed something amiss.
Ever since the flying ship crossed over Lingxi, Lu Ping had not relaxed his vigilance for the return trip, silently monitoring the surroundings.
This vigilance indeed led Lu Ping to discover something unusual.
