117 Peeping, Again

It was a wooden ship large enough to fit a hundred people. The dark planks glinted against the rising sun, the white sails blowing full as it docked in front of us. But there was no wind, and obviously no water for it to sail on.

"A ship moving on spiritual power?" Wen Shiyin came to the realization first and glanced over at Xie Lun. "You made this?"

"I'm no shipbuilder," Xie Lun laughed. "The Gatekeeper bought the ship. I only made a few additions to make it sail differently—"

"Only?" Qi Lian interrupted. "You modified the canvas, the capstans, the wheel … It's practically a new ship now with all new mechanisms and power sources." He turned to Wen Shiyin and me. "And did I tell you this thing steers on its own? All it needs is a supply of spiritual power and a destination. No one has to man it on our entire way to the Jade Temple."