The blazing sun hung overhead.
Harsh sunlight struck the merchant ship's deck, but a black-robed figure blocked it, leaving a patch of shade.
In that shade lay one corpse hacked in two and two more without heads. Blood had spilled across the deck.
"Thank you, benefactor! Thank you!"
An honest-looking middle-aged man ran up to Li Chuan and dropped to his knees.
His wife had rough skin and neither a striking figure nor a pretty face.
She hurriedly knelt on the deck as well, kowtowing until bloody marks appeared on her forehead.
"Th-thank you, benefactor!"
Tears streamed from her eyes, and sobs broke her words apart.
For this ordinary middle-aged couple, Li Chuan had saved more than the ship.
He had saved her from violation and both of their lives.
The two ordinary people worked odd jobs aboard merchant ships. They could barely read and knew nothing of polished speeches.
So they simply kept kowtowing, repeating their heartfelt thanks to their benefactor.
Li Chuan helped them up and smiled gently.
"There's no need for this. I'm an Attendant of the Bai Clan. It was only my duty."
The couple gradually stopped crying, but their words of gratitude did not cease.
The others came to their senses and hurriedly knelt to thank him too.
At the sight, Li Chuan felt something strange.
He had no passion for playing the chivalrous hero. In this world, even staying alive was no easy matter.
Even the Vajra Sect, an Upper Sect in ordinary people's eyes, was rife with bloody struggles and dark schemes.
He had never believed he would become a wandering hero like those in storybooks.
Yet seeing this, he found the feeling was not bad at all.
Something he had done almost casually had changed so many people's fates.
Of course, he