Zhang Yang inferred from Robin's behavior that after those prodigies from the Upper Realm arrived in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, they had probably done something improper again.
But he did not care much about it.
Even the heavens could not manage such matters, so how could he possibly handle them?
He glanced at the cup of spirit wine on the table. It was considered a fine thing for cultivators below the Dao Integration Realm, but it was already useless to him.
Still, he drank it.
Just as he had once told those people in the Demon Realm, one should not constantly treat oneself as some lofty senior. Otherwise, there would be no way to continue comprehending the Dao.
Nothing changed along the ferry's journey. Several days later, it entered the Myriad Spirits Continent.
Captain Robin paid him another visit, bringing a serving of spirit fruits.
However, he was far more cautious this time. He had no intention of talking at length; after delivering the fruits, he intended to leave.
Zhang Yang stopped Robin and asked with a smile, "I understand what you mean, but aren't you afraid of losing money? Also, which sect does your ferry belong to? Why couldn't I tell?"
"We won't lose money. What matters most is that our honored guests are satisfied," Robin said politely. "Our ferry does not belong to a sect. It belongs to us."
"Hm?"
Zhang Yang was rather surprised. A ferry was extremely valuable—this captain could actually afford one?
According to Qingxu's quotation back then, a small ferry like this could not be bought for less than ten million Spirit Stones.
Perhaps the technology had become more refined over the years and the price had fallen somewhat, but no matter how much it fell, the materials still cost what they cost. It