Water Cold Star.
A massive flying boat.
The handsome young master lounged with his eyes closed, resting. The women at his side served him carefully, their jade-white hands gently kneading his shoulders. He looked utterly confident and at ease, as though he were in his own courtyard.
The Xiong father and son were badly injured. They sat on the ground to one side, watching coldly.
Seeing his smug bearing, every gesture steeped in arrogant contempt for all beneath his notice, they ground their teeth in hatred, yet could do nothing.
Beside the two of them, numerous Heavenly Tier experts questioned them coldly.
"Where are your reinforcements?"
"They still haven't sent anyone to save you. Could it be that your status is too low, and your sect has already abandoned you?"
"Hmph. If you ask me, they're just putting on a show. No one is coming to rescue them at all."
Amid a burst of mocking laughter, the Xiong father and son flushed crimson.
They wanted desperately to retort, yet lacked the confidence. Those experts' words had struck right at their sore spot. There had been no reply for so long that their hearts had long since become a jumble of ups and downs.
Father and son exchanged furtive glances, each seeing the worry in the other's eyes.
Though they had complete faith in Shadow Island and knew these people were unworthy of comparison, they themselves were merely lowly laborers. Were they really worth Shadow Island making a move for them?
By all reason.
In an ordinary Heavenly Sect, if a common outer disciple who did odd jobs fell into danger, they would likely be ignored. That was the cruel side of a world where the strong reigned supreme.
At that thought, father and son slowly lowered their heads.
Listening to