Qin Yan didn't care what these people thought. Once they returned to the sect, it was hard to say if they would even see each other again.
The Canglan Sect was vast; the living quarters for outer sect disciples and inner sect disciples were not in the same place. Many disciples might never exchange even a single word in their lifetime.
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The Dragon King Ship sailed away from the islands of the Nine Kingdoms, heading back towards the Eastern Sea.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged in the cabin of the Dragon King Ship, hands forming seals on his knees, feeling not the slightest movement of the ship.
The emerald green juice of the Dragon Transformation Grass seeped from his lips and teeth, transforming into thousands of serpents as it flowed along the meridians, penetrating into his limbs and bones.
