Thinking of this, Wang Ba couldn't help but feel some anticipation.
In the midst of the conversation.
Ying He had already steered the iron vessel past a glacier blocking the way, and indeed saw a ship that appeared somewhat old-fashioned, but was significantly larger in scale, moored beside a grassy pathway.
Standing on the ship was a middle-aged cultivator who was openly radiating the aura of a Nascent Soul.
Noticing the movement, he immediately turned his gaze toward Wang Ba and the others.
His eyes moved over Wang Ba and the rest of the Golden Core Rogue Cultivators, and when he saw Ying He, a trace of surprise crossed his face. He then cupped his hands from afar in greeting.
Ying He nodded slightly, and from a distance, said,
"Why do I not see holy child Yan?"
The middle-aged cultivator replied respectfully,
"My master and the other three holy childs have urgent matters to attend to."