Li Ping'an sheathed his blade.
The Staff-Sword slid into its sheath with a crisp scraping sound.
Li Ping'an nodded in satisfaction. Not bad, not bad.
He gently stroked the blade, brimming with affection.
Old Ox stood beside him, watching him with a resentful gaze.
You rotten man, discarding the old for the new~
Silence fell over the boat, broken only by the river lapping against its bottom.
"You were amazing, sir!" Aliya said excitedly.
With both hands on his hips, Wang Yi spoke smugly to the men who had clashed with them earlier.
"My teacher! That's my teacher! Amazing, isn't he!
"Why aren't you shouting and making a fuss anymore? Huh?"
As Li Ping'an dispelled the moisture on his body, he said, "Boatman, stew this giant python for everyone to settle their nerves."
The old boatman stood stunned for quite a while before hurriedly agreeing.
A giant python this big might well have become a spirit.
In the past, the old boatman would never have dared eat it.
But now that the immortal had spoken...
The old boatman hurriedly called his son over to help.
Li Ping'an returned to the bow and sat down again.
Now no one dared speak anymore. The woman who had shouted the loudest earlier slunk back.
The tall, thin man and the other men also remained silent.
The young man and woman who had nearly suffered an undeserved calamity came to thank Li Ping'an. He merely said, "You're welcome."
Then he said no more.
This was the first time Zhao Ling'er and Aliya had seen Li Ping'an in action.
Now the two girls were staring curiously at him.
Meanwhile, Wang Yi excitedly continued practicing Stance Walking nearby.
He imagined one day becoming as formidable as Li Ping'an.
After this disturbance, the old boatman hurriedly cleared