Qian Luo's words made the Golden Core Cultivator's heart leap. A newly promoted rookie Golden Core Cultivator, plus four Foundation Establishment Cultivators. It seemed like they could take them. Though their side might lose one or two Foundation Establishment Cultivators, there were as many Foundation Establishment Cultivators as he wanted, ready to be summoned at a moment's notice. As long as he didn't die, that was all that mattered.
That was the Golden Core Cultivator's true thinking, and it was also the thinking of most cultivators: let fellow cultivators die, so long as it wasn't you. As long as he benefited, why should he care whether anyone else lived or died? Especially those Foundation Establishment Cultivators summoned over on a whim—if they died, he could summon more. Who knew how many people were willing to follow a Golden Core Cultivator out to sea on an adventure to make money? These thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind. But aloud, he laughed heartily. "Brother, I brought seven Foundation Establishment Cultivators with me. To show our sincerity in this deal, how about we temporarily lower the Flying Boat's energy shields? It's not that I don't trust you; this is just a show of mutual respect."
Qian Luo paused briefly, then also laughed heartily and agreed. He immediately used his divine sense to control the Flying Boat and temporarily lower its energy shield. At the same time, the other side seemed quite "sincere" as well and lowered theirs. The cultivators on both sides immediately swept their divine senses over the other party. As expected, neither side had lied: one side had four cultivators, the other had seven.
Lei Dong's divine sense swiftly swept over the other side's seven cultivators as well. Four men and three women; two were at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage,