Su Che had been watching from the sidelines.
How Lion-Headed Rakshasa raised fish was one matter, but the others aboard the ship were anything but simple.
That great snake woman had not rested at all. Instead, she clung tightly to the ship's hull, attentively listening to how Rakshasa Brother was coaxing that Gandharva.
Who knew whether she truly understood the situation here and had deliberately tossed Rakshasa over, so that when she turned hostile later, she could catch the Gandharva off guard.
Or whether she had already learned that Rakshasa Ghost was behaving improperly here, and was deliberately stretching out her patience as she waited to make trouble later.
After all, there were only four who could fight aboard the ship, and Lion-Headed Rakshasa ought to count as a formidable figure.
If he joined forces with Gandharva, the great snake woman would likely have trouble dealing with them.
As for that horse-headed Kinnara.
He looked honest and guileless, but he had silently switched away the porcelain bottle containing Naga. At the same time, he had quietly tapped the little drum in his pouch for a while.
This thing seemed to be some special communication tool. Before long, a Star Raft as large as a small mountain chased after them from behind.
He was clearly the mole who had infiltrated this group.
That mountain-sized Star Raft was covered in every kind of illicit construction. Its hull was a chaotic jumble with no order to speak of. Most amusingly, its surface was lined with dried corpses posed in all manner of shapes.
From afar, it looked like they were performing some silent play, rather comical.
But in the blink of an eye, nothing was comical anymore.
The Star Raft drew closer and closer. The dried corpses displayed above began to wriggle without