As the words fell, the flying ship surged forward, dragging countless white ripples behind it, breaking through the "lake water" that kept many away, rushing toward that long-haired figure. As they drew closer, Wen Ping's expression shifted from anxious to serious, with an indescribable discomfort welling up inside him. Perhaps it was because with Shi Hua dead, the only person he once knew and was familiar with in the Immortal Sect was Old Man Wang, who was aging and could pass away at any time.
Or maybe it was because of something else.
In short, it was unclear and inexplicable.
After all, people's minds are unpredictable.
One's own heart, even harder to understand.
"Hmm?"
When the flying ship was less than a hundred meters from the figure, Wen Ping suddenly furrowed his brows, a trace of doubt appearing in his eyes.
"A blue shirt and long pants, Shi Hua wouldn't wear something like that, would she?"
Only men wore long pants!
