After speaking, the two walked into the cabin. The warship was quite massive; aside from the deck, there was naturally plenty of space inside as well. Their resting quarters had long since been arranged.
The Black Mist Army's security was extremely strict, with a guard stationed almost every ten steps. Moreover, every one of them possessed strength above the Dou Wang level. Such strength might amount to nothing before Xiao Heng, but for mere vigilance and guard duty, it was sufficient.
Don't think that was poor. In truth, using Dou Wangs as ordinary guards was something probably only a few factions on the entire continent could afford. At the very least, the Pill Tower could not.
Just as the two approached the bow and were about to enter the cabin, they saw a black-haired young man seated cross-legged on the ground. Well, not entirely on the ground, since there were three prayer mats there.
Before the young man was a not particularly large table bearing a tea set and three cups. He alone occupied one seat, while the other two remained empty. The implication that he was waiting for someone could not have been clearer.
As for whom he was waiting for, there was naturally no need to say.
"Two friends from the Xiao Clan, come and sit!" The man lifted the teapot and poured tea into the other two cups. Yet his gaze did not fall on either of them even once as he spoke softly. His manner lacked a certain degree of courtesy.
Xiao Yan frowned and looked at Xiao Heng. Xiao Heng said nothing, merely walking toward the man before sitting cross-legged on one of the prayer mats.
Xiao Yan sat down as well.
Picking up the teacup and bringing it lightly beneath his nose, Xiao Heng