"Senior Brother, has the evolution of this Small World's rules completely stabilized?"
On the massive meteor above the sky, the young man in white robes gazed at the Small World ahead, faintly glowing and resembling an egg, and asked.
The man in gray robes sensed with his heart and spirit for a moment, then nodded, "Almost done. Let's prepare to enter."
Having said this, he waved his hand and brought out the somewhat damaged, spindle-shaped Flying Boat.
"For us Golden Core Cultivators from another world, breaking through the boundary wall and crossing those layers of Celestial Gale isn't easy. We have to rely on your Void Flying Boat, Senior Brother.
But Senior Brother, you've had this Void Flying Boat for quite a while. Have you never thought of repairing these damaged parts?"
The young man in white looked at the Flying Boat summoned by his Senior Brother, a flicker of envy in his eyes.
