The White Snake made its escape, and Lü Fengxian, having no other option, could only return to the spirit vessel once more.
At this time, the group of loose cultivators who narrowly escaped death had also become honest, each of them still shaken, and only through this loss did they realize that this opportunity wasn't so easily seized. The excitement that had just risen slightly faded. At this moment, the woman in cyan-colored robes no longer looked at Fang Xing with such disgust, realizing she had been a bit reckless earlier. Thanks to the monk, she avoided a disaster. Although her expression wasn't completely pleasant, she politely expressed her gratitude.
The spirit vessel advanced again, but now dared not go at full speed and could only move forward gradually.
