Having just run up to the top deck, Yellow-haired Ferret swallowed nervously.
Before the crooked deckhouse steps, the old monk, Little Stone, and the snake demon turned around. Even the drowsy Wine Worm looked toward the flustered Yellow-haired Ferret. Little Stone in particular had just fought a thoroughly satisfying battle; his magma-like heart and veins radiated dominance, and no matter how one looked at him, the words "I'm very strong" seemed written all over him.
His lava-red eyes remained fixed on it, brimming with pressure. Yellow-haired Ferret, skilled at hiding and stealing but not at fighting, forced itself to stay calm.
The old monk's group could be considered shields taking the bullets for it.
Meeting their gazes head-on inevitably made its heart quail. These people looked harmless, but they were actually capable and ruthless. It was hard not to be afraid.
After thinking it over, it felt that pretending not to know them might muddle through this. This was their first meeting, and they had neither grudges nor enmity in the past. In any case, they did not know the full truth or the details. The calmer it acted, the safer it would be.
Yellow-haired Ferret had just settled on its plan when Feng Ying, straight saber in hand, caught up and directly unleashed three consecutive slashes.
The master thief could only flee again in humiliation.
Watching Feng Ying, Little Stone found her saber technique somewhat familiar. Weapon techniques across the world were broadly similar; strictly speaking, what differed was their style and artistic conception. Whether cultivators or Immortals, Demons, and Monsters, the same diagonal slash could produce vastly different effects in different hands.
Only a professional eye could discern the subtle differences.
"Doesn't it look familiar? It's a lot like your snake demon lineage. Shame the saber is so