I Can Really Control a Ship

As a monk in the new era, flying on a ship is a bit too old-fashioned. Look at the distance, kid. The hundred-meter-long starship is your destination. The outer disciples' mine snail-type starship, the inner disciples' patrol mountain-class starship, and the elder's Shentian-class starship. Hey, elder, which starship is mine? The young man pointed to the post where the starship was parked and asked. None, just the one you are carrying This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.