Airship.
When Cheng Han said, "I personally don't like fighting. I'd rather be a designer in peace," the merchants showed varying expressions.
The Fat Merchant deeply agreed. "Fighting really is too dangerous. That Red Armor Soldier killed the Anomaly just now, but he himself was badly injured too."
The Old Merchant with graying temples, who had been rebuked once before and seemed to bear a grudge over it, immediately sang a different tune.
"Yaozhong, you can't put it that way. If no warrior had stepped forward, everyone here could have been killed by the Anomaly."
He put on a righteous expression again. "It's one thing for you to be cowardly yourself, but you're actually mocking brave people in return. Is that appropriate?"
How could Cheng Han fail to understand that, on the surface, this was aimed at the Fat Merchant, but in truth, it was a veiled jab at him as a coward as well?
His gaze swept over the Bloody Skull on the halo and the scattered ashes left behind by the Profound Master expert, and he found it rather strange.
I'm a coward?
The Fat Merchant retorted somewhat angrily, "Zuo Daqian, when did I ever mock that warrior? Don't fucking talk nonsense."
Seeing that an argument was about to erupt, the other merchants hurriedly intervened.
"Talk things out properly!"
"Please calm down, both of you."
Cheng Han shook his head slightly and looked again at the image in the center of the halo.
Inside the Underground Cave.
Just as Gerald let out his dying wail, the people outside the Secret Chamber seemed to have heard the commotion. Urgent footsteps immediately rang out.
"Bishop?"
"Sir, is something wrong?"
Their questions were filled with vigilance.
Along with the voices, five Spirit Chart Strings appeared automatically, indicating that there were five