"Suspended Mountain."
Lu Qing's eyes glistened with a hint of coldness.
He had never forgotten the sect that repeatedly sent assassins after him.
Previously, Suspended Mountain had retreated into the secret realm, rendering him momentarily helpless.
But now, he felt that the time had come to settle this score.
As for the reason, besides having stepped into the Golden Core Realm...
With a thought, a small, palm-sized, slightly battered ancient-looking silver boat appeared in Lu Qing's hand.
Staring at the silver boat in his hand, Lu Qing's face revealed a peculiar expression.
Over the past month, he had already sorted through all the Magical Treasures left behind by the gray-robed brothers.
Though those treasures were good, few could catch his eye.
The most intriguing to Lu Qing, naturally, was the silver boat known as the Void Flying Boat.
