Wanqi Wu Ming

Zhen Ping Fan's emperor-grade flying ship was enough to accommodate everyone from the Pure Yang Sect who attended the Trading Conference comfortably.

Zhen Yun Feng nodded and smiled at Duan Ling Tian before he placed his hands on his back and looked at the mirror images in the flying ship. The mirror images showed the surroundings of the flying ship.

Although they were traveling at a high speed now, Duan Ling Tian could still see their surroundings clearly. It was only when the speed increased again that the surroundings turned blurry.

Due to Zhen Yu Feng's presence, the members of the Pure Yang Sect felt at ease. They gathered in small groups and began to chat among themselves.

At this time, Zhen Ping Fan, who was standing next to Zhen Yun Feng, said with a smile, "Father, my flying ship is now traveling at the speed of an advanced Emperor of Gods. It'll be impossible for Wanqi Jue to catch up to us even if he wants to."