After exchanging a few words, Qing Yin Xianyun instructed the two to inspect the flying boat and prepare to set sail once more.
While they busied themselves, Yi Feng was bored out of his mind.
Lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, he glanced over from the corner of his eye.
The three aliens were each occupied with their own tasks, their faces solemn as they occasionally surveyed their surroundings, seemingly unwilling to underestimate the Devil Race.
There was nothing wrong with being cautious, but the more Yi Feng watched, the more puzzled he became.
These three experts cared greatly about the Devil Race. By all rights, the Devil Race should have been monstrously powerful, so why were all the ones he had encountered nothing but puffed-up weaklings? Every time he fought them, it was like chopping melons and slicing vegetables.
It couldn't be that all the powerful Devil Race members had run into the aliens, while every one he met was trash, could it?
Unless...
He was stronger than these three experts?
As that thought flashed through his mind, Yi Feng slowly sat up, his expression turning somewhat complicated.
If it were true, he truly did not know whether he should be happy or worried.
After agonizing over it for a long time, Yi Feng gradually sat frozen, his gaze growing distant.
Just as he was lost in confusion over life, a toad suddenly leaped out from behind him out of thin air. It hopped about on the flying boat, its inconspicuous size drawing no one's attention.
After bouncing around a few times, it simply jumped off the flying boat and vanished.
"Set off."
Qing Yin Xianyun's firm voice rang out, filling all who heard it with confidence.
The two attendants took their positions, and the