On the third level of the Dragon Tooth Flying Boat, Zhang Yan sat around a table of withered vine and green roots with Xie Zongyuan and Liu Tao. Although three white jade tea cups were placed on the table, they were all empty.
Here, apart from the spiritual energy that nourished the chest and lungs, there was no other captivating scenery, which instead added a touch of bleakness.
Xie Zongyuan stood up and cupped his hands toward the two, apologetically saying, "This place is humble, and I cannot entertain my two senior brothers well."
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Don't speak so, Senior Brother. Finding joy amid hardship has its own charm. Moreover, with us riding on your Dragon Tooth Flying Boat, we needn't fear uninvited troubles. What more could we ask for?"
Off to the side, Liu Tao laughed, "These past few days, Senior Brother Xie's Dragon Tooth Flying Boat has truly been a lifesaver. Each time our lives were spared, it was thanks to this boat."
