Chu Gurong's corpse, its eyes still open in death, slowly sank beneath the water.
If no one intervened, it would take a day or two before it floated back up as a bloated corpse. Of course, those aboard the ships would not wait a day or two before salvaging it.
Floating freely in the water like a fish, Su Ziji had already heard the uproar on the surface. He followed the current and swam straight back to his own ship. Seeing no one around, he lightly sprang aboard.
He did not immediately enter the cabin, lest a trail of water stains expose him. His body shuddered, spiritual power spilling out, and his sodden clothes dried inside and out at once.
"My Daoist arts aren't bad." Su Ziji returned to the cabin. Though his clothes were dry, they could not really be worn anymore. Just as he removed them to change, he heard two chirps of "squeak, squeak." He froze, hurriedly put his clothes back on, and followed the sound. Sure enough, beneath the bed in his cabin, he found one large and one small fox.
Both Foxes' white fur was stained with dust, yet when they met his gaze, they forgot to shake it off. Both wore humanlike expressions of embarrassment, their paws covering their eyes while leaving gaps to peek through. One looked sweet and innocent doing it, while the other was adorably clumsy.
Su Ziji's earlier mood immediately turned to helplessness. "Didn't I tell you to stay behind in the Capital City? Why did you follow me?"
And how had they avoided him, only to be discovered now?
But seeing them flop down as if their hearts were linked, licking each other's fur and squeaking that they were hungry, Su Ziji knew he probably would not get anything