"Junior Brother, do you know the art of communing between heaven and earth?"
The moment he steadied himself, before he could even get a clear look at the paper boat, the words of a Divine Dao Mountain disciple reached his ears.
Bai Mo composed himself and saw the paper sails trembling, rustling loudly.
"I've never studied it. I'm completely clueless."
Bai Mo answered truthfully.
"I see. In that case, Junior Brother, you can just relax. Feel free to walk around, but please don't touch anything…"
Many Cultivators from Divine Dao Mountain were moving about on the paper boat. A dozen or so sat cross-legged at the bow, wreathed in a profound aura.
A few disciples, like Bai Mo, who didn't understand the methods involved, stood still in their spots.
Bai Mo stood by the railing and looked around. Every visible part of the boat was made of paper.
Touching it, he could feel the unique texture of paper.
