Listening to the two speak in low voices, Wei He finally understood somewhat.
He had not expected to run into Song Shixiong and his daughter here. And the two had actually been framed and forced to flee overseas.
What a pity.
He was not some saint. He had already helped Liu Chengxi back in Great Moon. People needed to save themselves, not rely on outside help every single time.
So this time, Wei He would not intervene. He merely intended to see what method the two had to break free from their predicament.
The little goodwill between Song Shixiong and him had long since been exhausted through those previous acts of help.
To Wei He now, Song Shixiong was merely a stranger.
Since Wei He did not move, the few others who had heard the faint commotion naturally would not move either.
Each swept the snow from before their own door, who cared about the frost on another's roof? Anyone who traveled the world understood that principle.
The ship continued onward, riding the wind and cleaving through the waves.
Before long, the sky gradually shifted into afternoon, and the wind and waves weakened somewhat. The ship's jolting also became steadier.
Liu Chengxi did not take her father back to their cabin. Instead, they ate, drank, and rested right there on deck.
Even as wind-driven spray splashed up like raindrops scattered across the deck, they did not care.
After eating, drinking, and resting, Liu Chengxi rose to her feet and began slowly practicing a set of boxing techniques on the deck, move by meticulous move.
This boxing art was exceedingly exquisite. Its moves balanced offense and defense, its rules stern and rigorous. One could tell at a glance that it came from a famous orthodox school.
Yet although her moves were