Above the azure sky, a Flying Boat, with remarkable speed, shuttled between the massive clouds, heading straight for the Gray Wolf Kingdom Capital.
At the bow, Zhao Letian, dressed in a beast skin robe, stood proudly with his hands clasped behind his back. His loose black hair fluttered in the wind, giving him a wild aura.
Mu Lei sat cross-legged at the rear of the boat, seizing the opportunity to cultivate, with his huge hammer placed beside him.
By now, they had been away from the Baihua Tribe for a full three days. According to the map, they would soon arrive at the Gray Wolf Kingdom Capital.
Yet at this moment, Zhao Letian couldn't shake off his thoughts of Cailian.
The days she devotedly cared for him were still vivid in his mind. To him, Cailian was not just his lifesaver, but also a kindred spirit who understood him well. Often, without him saying much, Cailian could clearly grasp his thoughts. It could be said that there was a mutual understanding between them.
