"My name is Shi Jin, and his is Xiao Heng... The two of us... hahaha... unemployed drifters... How should I put it? The world is so vast, and we're planning to go see it!" Shi Jin said cheerfully as he watched Lin Chuan swallow the black pill. His gaze swept over Xiao Heng. "See? People are still willing to eat the pills I refine!"
"I couldn't eat it anyway. It's too ugly," Xiao Heng said expressionlessly.
Lin Chuan was left thoroughly stunned by the bizarre way these two conversed, especially Shi Jin, the leopard-print-clad youth. The way he spoke gave Lin Chuan the illusion that this wasn't the cultivation world at all, but rather...
"Anyway, thank you for helping me. I..." Lin Chuan wanted to say something, but Xiao Heng cut him off with a smile.
"Meeting is fate. I've always believed in fate. You had just teleported here from the Southern Bright Continent when you ran into us, so that counts as quite a profound fate. Helping you was merely a small effort; there's no need to dwell on it!" Xiao Heng spoke calmly and casually. He was not putting on airs—Lin Chuan could tell that he truly had not taken the matter to heart.
Shi Jin was still eating those black, broad-bean-like things beside them, looking thoroughly content. Lin Chuan's appearance as an outsider seemed not to have disturbed their peace of mind in the slightest. Everything was tranquil as still water, the years quiet and serene.
Lin Chuan secretly circulated his cultivation technique. His strength was still noticeably suppressed on the Central River Continent. After all, the pressure of heaven and earth here was vastly stronger than that of the Southern Bright Continent. The Western Sea Great Region alone was comparable to more than a hundred Southern