The Weight of Right and Wrong

Jiang Wang paid no attention to Old Zhao and the others, who couldn't stop arguing. He simply asked, "Do sea beasts often run amok?"

"Not often. I'd only ever heard of it happening. Damn it, two incidents in just the last couple of days!" Old Zhao swore up a storm. "What rotten luck!"

"Which is it, 'damn it' or 'what rotten luck'?" Old Zhao's friend started contradicting him again. "You've come through two incidents unscathed. Isn't that good luck? You son of a dog, what more luck do you want?"

Old Zhao didn't take offense at his friend's foul language. He just scratched his head. "Huh, now that you put it that way, I guess you're right!"

Three cultivators had flown over from the horizon. All wore blue robes embroidered with a whale spouting a column of water, marking them as extraordinary cultivators from the Angry Whale Gang.

"Who are you?"

The leading cultivator looked to be around thirty. He had a short beard and an imposing air.

As soon as he came close, he questioned Jiang Wang. "What brings you to this stretch of sea? Do you have a travel permit?"

They had seen the sea beast fall from a distance, but hadn't witnessed the details of the fight.

And now, everyone on the deck of the Dragon-Bone Boat looked battered and exhausted. Only Jiang Wang seemed composed, so they had questioned him first.

Jiang Wang said nothing. He glanced at the man, then looked past him.

Two cultivators followed behind him, a man and a woman. Both looked quite young.

"What are you sneaking looks at? Our Hall Master Li is asking you a question!" the young man snapped, displeased.

He clearly suspected Jiang Wang was interested in his fellow disciple.

"Immortals of the Angry Whale Gang!" Old