"Of course, the noble families are just lapdogs of the major sects. They wouldn't dare bark at their masters," Wang Yun, the rogue cultivator, sneered mockingly from the side.0

Pang Jian did not respond.0

Most of the passengers on Wang Ying's Cloud Sail were not new to the Dark Abyss Continent, so they were not particularly curious about it.0

They sat on the deck, either silently meditating or whispering among themselves.0

Unlike the others, Pang Jian often stood at the edge of the Cloud Sail, gazing at the far away vast landscape or taking in the majestic cities as they passed. After all, he was not from the Third World.0

Pang Jian's indifferent expression did not accurately portray his excitement at seeing a real, complete continent for the first time. 0

It had only been a little over two years since the Ning Clan broke the fence of his house and forced him to guide them through the Solitary Mountain Range.2

Two years ago, he had been gazing at the sky from his family courtyard and fantasizing about the scenery above.1

The Cosmic Skies and the...0