Xiao Yi controlled the air and flew away.
Tang Sha and Bing Ning each cupped their hands and flew away in different directions.
On the massive white ship, hushed whispers could be heard from time to time.
"That Young Master Xiao Yi is so handsome."
"No, no, no, I think he's even prettier than a woman."
"So young, yet possessing such overwhelming strength, he's an extraordinary Heavenly Talent indeed."
"I wonder if he has a partner."
The faces of several Flower Sea Sect disciples flushed as they whispered softly.
"Alright, stop chatting, let's get moving," Miss Ning said softly.
"Yes, Senior Sister." The Flower Sea Sect disciples stopped their discussion and flew away, riding on their Sub-Saint Artifacts.
Miss Ning turned her head, gazing into the distance, looking at the silhouette of Xiao Yi already far away, and smiled faintly.
On the yellow ship, Tang Sha also looked at Xiao Yi's distancing figure, "Brother Xiao Yi, until we meet again."
After more than an hour.
