Late at night, Shouma Country was brightly lit.
The people of Shouma used their mana, and above the city, sails with the pattern of the sun, moon, and stars appeared, with endless spiritual energy bursting from the city walls, creating a deafening roar.
The city slowly lifted into the air amidst the roar.
Sun Wukong watched this scene, unable to help feeling a bit emotional.
"It's actually a ship."
"Are you surprised?"
Another voice rose from behind Sun Wukong: "I always thought it was a Floating City."
Sun Wukong turned around and then pursed his lips in a smile: "Immortal, what happened to you?"
"Don't mention it."
With a bruised face, Immortal Zhenyuan sighed: "I made a mistake during my cultivation."
"Is that so?"
Sun Wukong naturally didn't believe it, but he didn't expose him either.
The young Monkey King looked at the transparent sails condensed from Immortal Energy: "The construction of this ship is more complex than ours."
