In front of the Flying Boat that Xiao Yi was on.
A group of powerful beings stood suspended in the air, forcibly stopping their Flying Boat.
Each of these people wore luxurious silk garments, traveling with swords, their expressions full of arrogance and indifference, surrounding Xiao Yi's Flying Boat.
Xiao Yi stood on the deck, scanning the few people, and frowned slightly: "Who are you? Why are you blocking my Flying Boat?"
A purple streak of light sliced through the air.
It was a tall, standing middle-aged man with long hair, hands behind his back, stepping on a purple longsword, scrutinizing Xiao Yi with cold eyes: "Have you encountered a chubby little guy wearing black clothes and holding a white sail on the way?"
"I haven't seen him!"
Xiao Yi replied.
He, along with Fang Qingzhu, had been hurrying along the way and had not seen the little chubby guy they were talking about.
