Aboard the great ship, the captain slapped his thigh in terror. "If I'd known this would happen, I never should have let them try."
"Now look! The structures on the riverbed are finished, and so is my ship!"
This loss had bankrupted him outright.
One of his underlings tugged at him. "Boss, get in a small boat and run first. We can rise again from the ashes later."
The captain despaired. "There's no rising again!"
"You go. Let me die with this ship!"
He could see no hope.
The Spirit Monsters working aboard sobbed as they grabbed some valuable metals from the ship, ready to jump into the river and flee.
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun reassured them. "Everyone, cast your spells together and hold it off for now."
"If we join forces, we can weather this crisis!"
"Besides, the Flower-Scatter Daoist is still here!"
"With him here, this anomaly won't be able to stir up any waves!"
A cultivator who refined Baleful Intent sighed. "Our spells focus on refining Baleful Intent. We don't know how to deal with anomalies!"
"Those specialist cultivators all ran away just now. We should run too!"
"Right, you look as round and lustrous as a pearl. You must be good at bearing children. Why not flee into the mortal world with our boss? You can have children, and the boss can live as a gentleman. In a few years, we'll return to the Market Ward and go back to refining Baleful Intent for people."
Beside them, the captain, whose heart had been dead ashes, instantly perked up. He stared straight at the Round-Faced Daoist Nun, his eyes filled with hope and joy.
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun sneered and casually delivered two resounding slaps.
Smack! Smack!
Sorrow filled the captain's eyes. His heart turned to dead