"There's actually a ship on the sea, do magical spirits know how to pilot ships?" Chu Jun said with a peculiar expression.
"There's even a city, what's the big deal about piloting a ship?" Li Xiu replied indifferently. He had seen magical spirits that could speak, whose intelligence was not inferior to humans, so building a ship wasn't a big deal for them.
But now they didn't know what kind of magical spirits were on the ship, how many there were, and whether the spirits on the ship could enter the Black Death City.
The two of them lay on the beach, using the sand as camouflage, constantly watching the large ship on the Black Sea.
Strangely enough, even though this Black Sea was calm and windless, it was unclear why a sailboat was needed.
The sailboat seemed to be heading in their direction, and as time passed, the dark shadow gradually became clearer.
When the two finally saw the true form of the sailboat, they couldn't help but shiver.
