"That is hard to say. Who knows if it was just a bitter trick by the Demon Race? A moment ago, Fellow Daoist killed a powerhouse of the Fire Tiger Clan, but it is also a fact that you were privately communicating with Yue Hong via voice transmission." Steward Feng sneered coldly. Although Lu Xiaotian's methods had startled him, right now on this gigantic boat, most of the surrounding cultivators were his trusted aides, and the restrictions on the giant boat were entirely under his control. Steward Feng naturally did not fear Lu Xiaotian.
If they were off this giant boat, would Lu Xiaotian seriously want to be caught up by those Demon Races chasing from behind? Steward Feng smiled with self-satisfaction.
"Can you keep your head from shaking when you speak? I'm worried the water inside will slosh out." Lu Xiaotian said indifferently.
Guo Jingyu let out a giggle, not expecting that Lu Xiaotian, who seldom joked, actually had such a humorous side to him.
"Audacious! Your background is unknown, you colluded in secret with the higher-ups of the Fire Tiger Clan, and yet you still dare to speak wildly here. Could it be you truly think I wouldn't dare to take you down?" Steward Feng's expression sank. This time, several tribes of the Demon Race had launched a sneak attack on White Stone Ridge, and a large number of human cultivators had died in battle. He was the only one who had fled with his confidants and a portion of the people. Even if he returned to Original Spirit City, he still needed to give his superiors an account. Steward Feng naturally wanted to find a scapegoat to push forward, and the weight of the scapegoat could not be too light.
Right at that moment, a grey figure