The blood-red flying boat stopped not far in front of Liu Congyang and the others. Soon, five people flew out, led by the eyebrowless elder of the Kongxiang Clan, along with a slightly chubby young man, among others.
"Taoist Friend Xu certainly keeps to time," Liu Congyang scanned the crowd, showing a trace of a smile on his face.
"Taoist Friend Liu has actually decided to bring forth a spirit essence of the Tongxuan Wanluo Beast. Naturally, we dare not be negligent," the browless elder said mildly, with a hint of implication in his tone.
Liu Congyang chuckled, and with a flip of his single hand, a flash of white light appeared in his palm, revealing a fist-sized white crystal sphere.
Inside the crystal sphere, one could faintly see a spirit essence resembling both a deer and a horse, constantly crashing against the internal wall of the white crystal sphere. Yet each time it touched the crystalline wall, it was repelled by a beam of white light.
