430 Well-founded Doubts

"Wait, do I really need to ride in that… THING?" Fang Yu whimpered as she felt extremely creeped out by this flying ship that will fetch them.

"No offense, but the aesthetic value of that ship is close to negative infinity."

"… No matter what you say, we will still ride this ship. Didn't I explain to you this before? Going to the Underworld via normal methods will not work." Wang Hao said as he pressed the bridge of his nose.

"The Final Trial will be held this time, so the organizers must make sure that the participants will reach the Underworld safely. This ship is made so that we can travel safely."

"Oh, so the other two participants are also riding a ship like this? How nice of them to ride on this abomination." Fang Yu muttered wistfully. "Maybe its only my sense of beauty that is warped here."