"Stop here, once out of the Nether Sea, the Netherworld Flying Ship becomes too conspicuous."
With a wave of his hand, Wang Junze softly instructed.
"Okay!"
Accordingly, the flying ship halted, and Wang Junze leapt off, only then realizing they were surrounded by a patch of forest.
"Senior Sister Ji, thank you for earlier!"
Slightly clasping his fists, Wang Junze softly expressed his gratitude.
"Junior Brother Wang, don't say that. If it weren't for you and Ru'er... I wouldn't be alive right now."
Upon mentioning this, Ji Liuyun couldn't help but show a trace of shame on her face.
It's one thing not to compare to Wang Junze, but during the last battle, her reaction was even slower than Peng Ru's. If it wasn't for Wang Junze's reminder, Miss Fang might have escaped, leaving her with a deep sense of helplessness. It realized the vast difference in abilities between herself and Wang Junze, despite both being true disciples, akin to a chasm.
