The Dragon Tooth Flying Boat spanned a full thirty zhang in size, with three levels of pavilions stacked atop, and no fewer than a hundred cabins lining the hull's interior compartments. It could easily accommodate over a hundred people. So long as it wasn't encircled by an overwhelming number of cultivators, this vessel would ensure remarkable safety.
In preparation for the battle in fifteen days, Fang Zhen and his companions had likewise taken up residence aboard the vessel. However, they deliberately kept their distance from Xie Zongyuan and the others, maintaining a significant separation and avoiding each other altogether.
Zhang Yan casually selected a cabin on the first level of the pavilion and moved in. Watching the scenery outside the window retreat rapidly in opposite directions, his footing beneath him remained steady, unaffected by the slightest shake or tremor. Inwardly, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret.
