"Fox, tell me—which merchant association's transport ships among Boyas's three major and five minor merchant associations would be most worth hitting?" An unusual gleam flickered in Moro's eyes.
Fox stood frozen on the spot. "The three major merchant associations??"
Griffiths, a peak level twenty-nine powerhouse and a steward of the Doggs Family Merchant Association, closed the ancient book in his hands and could not help sighing.
Beside him, his little disciple, barely eleven years old, gazed enviously at the ancient book in Griffiths's hands. "Grandmaster truly has refined tastes. You still use paper to record your cultivation insights..."
Griffiths affectionately patted the boy's head. "What do you know? Technology may be useful, but that is for ordinary people. For cultivators like us, we must still pursue a return to simplicity. Modern light screens and virtual technology are becoming more advanced by the day, but to us, they are merely useless temptations. This cultivation journal your grandmaster left behind contains only a little over a thousand words, yet every word holds the hardships and breakthroughs he experienced during cultivation. The energy conveyed through this ink and brushwork is something a light screen could never achieve..."
"This disciple will remember. I only hope that if I cultivate diligently, one day I will be able to understand this journal as well..." the disciple said obediently.
Griffiths laughed heartily. "I'll wait for that day..."
"Steward Griffiths, there's activity on the optical computer..." a subordinate reported from outside the cargo ship's dedicated lounge.
"Who is it?" Griffiths put away the ancient book and asked softly.
"Judging by their markings, they are not a major force from the Boyas starfield. They should be ordinary interstellar pirates..."
"Leave them be. Once they see the emblem on our cargo ship, they won't dare attack. Those annoying flies—the