After Zhang Xiaohua had thoroughly enjoyed his bath and tidied up his appearance, he finally sat comfortably in a chair and sampled the pastries that had been brought over.
The moment he started eating, he nearly bit off his own tongue.
Ever since Zhang Xiaohua's cultivation had entered the Qi Cultivation fifth layer, he had abstained from food and no longer needed to eat. Still, he occasionally chewed on some Solomon's Seal to freshen his mouth. Now that he saw pastries he had not eaten in four years, his appetite was instantly roused, and he swept them all clean.
After finishing the pastries, he finally withdrew the divine sense he had kept spread out. A cold sneer rose in his heart, and he closed his eyes to cultivate, ignoring everything else.
In the cabin below, more than a dozen Xinrong Sect disciples were arguing without end. No one could convince anyone else. The majority, led by Bai Yonggui, agreed that they should kill this boy of unknown origins right here without anyone the wiser, then toss him into the sea and be done with it. The minority, led by Chai Feng, believed that although the boy might leak their secret, they had promised to take him back to land and had even sworn a poisonous oath. It would be best to escort him back to the sect and let the sect leader decide.
As the argument dragged on, Chai Feng gradually fell into a disadvantage. He had been part of the minority to begin with, and he would not quarrel with his fellow disciples over some stranger. After all, he belonged to the sect and still had to live within it in the future. For matters beyond his control, it was better to keep one eye open and one eye