"Thank you, Lord Fishing Elder."
The Fishing Elder smiled, and took back the shattered Ten Thousand Soul Banner from the White-Clothed Cultivator.
"No worries, rules are rigid, but humans are flexible. The main flag of the Soul-Refining Flag is still intact, I can take it back to fulfill my duty. As for how many souls are left? It's reasonable to expect some loss after a battle that claimed the lives of two Golden Core Cultivators."
"Let's go!"
With a wave of his hand, a Flying Boat appeared beneath his feet.
He gestured to Duan Li with a nod.
The latter was initially stunned, but then he showed gratitude and actively jumped onto it.
Clearly, the Fishing Elder was intentionally accommodating his injuries, otherwise, there would be no need for a Flying Boat.
Luo Chen also boarded the Flying Boat.
However, before leaving, he looked back at this sea area that had undergone a huge battle and where the turmoil hadn't yet subsided.
