The Qu River was shrouded in dense fog.
A large ship, hidden within the mist, broke through the river waves and moved forward slowly.
Qian San stood at the prow of the ship, his large sleeves waving in the wind, his expression reflective.
"Qian never imagined that in just a short few dozen days, Little Xie Mountain Master would complete the ascension from Grotto Heaven to the Yin God Realm."
"It was just luck."
Xie Xuanyi shook his head and said little else.
Parting from the Qu River.
Indeed, it was only a short few dozen days.
But in these few dozen days, death lurked at every turn, and with the slightest bit of bad luck, one could have easily died in the Li Kingdom.
"Qian is well aware of Little Xie Mountain Master's strength."
Although Qian San was a great master of the Yin God Eighteen Realms, he still maintained a respectful attitude at this moment.
This respect was a true and sincere expression, without a trace of pretense.
During this period.
