Elsewhere.
Haider watched Jiang Chen and his group disappear down the corridor of the ship's cabin, the smile on his face slowly fading.
"Old Scar, what do you think?"
The bald, burly man called Old Scar straightened up from the railing and bared a mouthful of yellow teeth. "They may look young, but they're strong. If we weren't mistaken, one of them is at least a Soul Saint."
"A Soul Saint?"
One-Eyed Snake narrowed his remaining eye. "That little girl has golden hair and looks barely over twenty. A Soul Saint?"
"I wasn't mistaken." Old Scar rubbed his chin. "That aura was steady. It didn't feel fake."
"Tsk."
Iron Anchor sheathed the curved blade in his hand and said gloomily, "A Soul Saint isn't easy to deal with. Our boss is only a Soul Saint himself. If we really fight, I'm afraid we won't get the better of them."
"What's the rush?"
Haider exhaled a cloud of smoke and said leisurely, "So what if they have a Soul Saint? I've been making my living at sea for twenty years. What storms and waves haven't I seen?"
"Judging by their clothes, they're probably all fat sheep. If we pull off this job, we won't have to worry for the rest of our lives!"
"Boss, when do we make our move?"
Old Scar rubbed his hands together, clearly unable to wait any longer.
"Watch them first."
Haider tapped out his pipe. "Let them drift at sea for a few days first, then figure out their backgrounds. This trip to Sea God Island will take at least a month. We have plenty of time."
"Once they're seasick and completely out of it, won't it be twice the result with half the effort?"
"Oh, right. It'd be best to send word to the boss's