The spiritual ship cut through the sky, the sea of clouds below resembling a boundless white ocean.
The luxurious rooms on the second floor of the spiritual ship were elegantly decorated.
The tables and chairs were crafted from precious spirit wood, emitting a faint fragrance, and exquisite tea sets were placed on the coffee table.
Xu Ping sat leisurely in front of the table, personally brewing a pot of spirit tea, with the steaming aroma of tea filling the entire room.
He sat in front of the table, gazing out at the endless sea of clouds through the window, his thoughts drifting with it.
Originally, according to arrangements, Xu Ping was supposed to stay in an ordinary room on the first floor.
However, the previous provocations at the port by the Ten Thousand Dragons Commerce Association, who openly tried to poach talents, greatly wounded Miao Sijia's pride.
