"Hm?"
In a corner of the cabin, a bundle suddenly stirred. Then a pig's head poked out, looking rather startled!
Little Pig looked around, as if it had sensed something.
But the moment it showed its head, the others in the cabin spotted it.
Qian Yuan frowned. "Judging by our benefactor's abilities, he must be from an Immortal Sect. Even if he isn't the equal of the Greenedge Immortal, he's still someone who stands apart from the dust of the world. I was already wondering why he carried a bundle on his back. Now I see there's a little pig inside? I'm even more puzzled!"
Perhaps unused to the boat, Little Pig lost its footing when the vessel lurched and sprawled across the deck. Little Turtle came tumbling out after it, making Qian Yuan's eyes widen.
Zu Zhengzhao had harbored doubts himself, but at the sight of Little Turtle, he seemed to understand.
"They must be our benefactor's provisions. I imagine people of the Immortal Sects insist on fresh ingredients, so he keeps them alive and close at hand."
"I see." Qian Yuan still found it strange, but how could a mortal like her fathom a cultivator's thoughts? She persuaded herself to accept it.
Little Pig, however, was so angry smoke nearly poured from its seven orifices. If Little Turtle had not stretched out a foot to stop it and squeaked a few words of warning, it might have unleashed a stream of abuse on the spot.
Even so, it snorted and grumbled for quite a while before crawling back into the bag. In its fury, it had forgotten why it had poked its head out in the first place.
"It's right beneath that boat. It looks like it's about to attack the people aboard. Third Senior Sister, should we