Beyond the borders of the Three-Spirits Dao-Suppressing Mountain, a dilapidated dharmaship flew through the sky. From the way it wobbled, it seemed like it might fall out of the sky at any moment. It looked to be in very bad shape. From its hull to its deck, it was so full of holes it seemed just on the verge of collapsing. It gave off the sensation that whoever was flying it had no money to fix it, and had no choice but to keep using it as-is. Even more ridiculous was that every so often, random parts would fall off of the dharmaship and drop to the ground below.8

It was, of course, Xu Qing’s dharmaship.4

Yanyan looked over the railing at the Captain, who was busy working on the side of the ship. Frowning, she said, “Big Bro Xu Qing gave control of the dharmaship to you because he trusts you. When he sees what you’ve done, he’s going to be pissed.”2

As the Captain used a paintbrush to paint what appeared to be a crack on the dharmaship, he replied to Yanyan without even looking up. “Yanyan, I have to offer you some constructive criticism. How come you’re so impolite? Everything is about you, you, you. You really don’t have any manners, do you?”2

Yanyan glared coldly at him, and the perverse energy...7