"Husband, what are you looking at?" Saintess Qian Ling casually handed over a cup of tea.
"That ship, have you noticed?" Lin Xiaosu asked.
Saintess Qian Ling followed the direction of his gaze and saw a ship, a grand and imposing vessel.
"What's wrong?"
"Top deck, third cabin on the left side, purple clothes!" Lin Xiaosu lifted the tea cup and took a sip.
Saintess Qian Ling's gaze swept across...
Her heart skipped a beat: "Such a large ship, and yet there are only a few people, just to transport this one woman in purple?"
"Yes, even more puzzling is that I can't hear any voices from anyone on the ship."
"There are two possibilities: one is that this woman's cultivation level has reached above Zhi San, the other is that there is some sort of protective magic treasure on this ship. Either way, this woman is not ordinary!"
