Flying Sub-Saint Artifact, on that giant ship.
Xiao Yi sat cross-legged, treating the wound on Senior Swordswoman's arm left by the Soul-breaking Needle.
At the same time, he surveyed the surrounding familiar figures.
Lin Jin, Tie Niu, Qin Feiyang, Shangguan Xiyue, Lingg Yu, Ye Ming, and others...
Everyone here he knew.
Except for Senior Swordswoman, who was his elder, the rest were all friends who had shared life and death experiences with him.
Lin Jin and others were his close friends from his growth path back then.
These figures showed little change in appearance.
Just compared to their previous childishness, each had matured considerably now.
Although everyone was stained with blood, Xiao Yi sensed their aura was stable.
With his ability as an Alchemist, and Elixirs, it was not difficult to help them heal.
