Above the vast ocean, a figure descended like a meteor, straight downwards.
Upon reaching the water's surface, he suddenly stopped, creating layers of waves.
"This realm still needs refining, the control of Qi Power is so coarse, it's absolutely not my usual style."
The Daoist muttered a sentence, discerned the direction, and went eastward without hesitation.
Soon, a magnificent carriage appeared in sight.
Luo Chen took a few strides and gracefully landed on the deck of the carriage.
"True Master?"
Standing on the Flying Boat, Zhang Jingqing noticed Luo Chen's figure immediately but was uncertain, so she greeted him cautiously.
Luo Chen nodded and, as he passed by, smiled gently: "Your Cultivation Level has made progress; it seems you haven't been negligent recently!"
Zhang Jingqing was pleased with the praise, but humbly said: "It's all thanks to Uncle Long."
The Uncle Long she referred to was the Black King.
And she said this for a reason.
