That arrogant tone...
The Holy Son?
Demon Fiend Zhang!
Yu Lian and Qin Tianyi reacted differently, yet their movements were remarkably alike: both hurriedly rose and took several steps back.
"Greetings, Holy Son." The other cultists rose one after another and cupped their hands respectfully.
Qin Tianyi bowed with the utmost deference, his movements even more precise than those of the actual First God Cult members.
Yu Lian also made a show of cupping his hands and asked, "Holy Son, we failed to come out and welcome your esteemed arrival. May I ask what instructions bring you here?"
Zhang Yuan swept his gaze over the First God Cult members. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Were you responsible for what happened on the deck?"
"What happened on the deck? Did something happen up there?"
The question left Yu Lian somewhat bewildered, and he responded in confusion.
Qin Tianyi scratched his head as well, indicating that he knew nothing.
Ever since boarding the Magic Ship, they had stayed on the lowest level without budging. They had not even visited the level above, so when could they possibly have gone to the deck? Demon Fiend Zhang must have asked the wrong people.
The other black-robed cultists shook their heads in unison.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuan believed Yu Lian, Qin Tianyi, and the others, and his brows furrowed slightly.
It wasn't the First God Cult.
He had assumed the First God Cult was recruiting new members, but now it seemed someone else had dragged He Shou and Pei Yuanjin into the water.
"Someone fell overboard from the deck tonight, but the captain has already found and rescued them. I came to ask about it. If it was your doing, I would have told you to rein yourselves in. The captain of this Fortune