Xiang Beifei and Li Qianluo detoured around the active volcano, making a large turn before continuing towards the void.
Along the way, Li Qianluo was as happy as a little bird, constantly humming songs and asking Xiang Beifei all sorts of questions, wanting to know what he had been doing over the past two years.
Xiang Beifei briefly recounted the events of the past two years.
"Are you familiar with the people from Congji abyss?" Xiang Beifei asked.
"I've been there, they recognize me."
Li Qianluo sat at the bow of the ship, which was flying fast in the air, but Xiang Beifei realized that the flying tool they were on was not breath soil, but a very special material that Xiang Beifei had never seen before.
"What is this?" he asked, tapping the edge of the boat.
"Shen Li, the divine artifact of our race."
"I didn't know it could also resist the void power."
