"I have been suppressing the Demon Cave beyond the sect for sixteen years without returning, and now that I'm back, why do I see this air filled with filth and corruption? It seems I must meet with the Sect Leader and Ancestor Master to restore discipline among the younger disciples."
A cultivator with an unusual appearance and dual pupils in his eyes hovered a hundred meters high in the sky, gazing downward.
He wore a Purple Gold Daoist Robe, holding a fresh green bamboo branch in his right hand, which slanted against his shoulder. At his feet lay a languid spirit beast, neither fully resembling a cat nor a tiger, covered in striking golden-red mottled patterns.
After glancing for a while and memorizing Zhang Yan's appearance, he flew off.
On Spiritual Paper Island, Zhang Yan waved his hand, instantly lifting twelve bamboo baskets filled with Black Stone Shrimp into the air and transferring them onto his Flying Boat.
