For the next several days, the elite disciples of the Xinrong Sect continued staring at one another with wide eyes, utterly unable to come up with any good ideas. After all, they had never drilled any formation for surrounding and attacking an enemy. If they swarmed him all at once, no one could guarantee that they could completely evade that youth's outstanding lightness skill. Though they had been thoroughly taught within the sect to "abandon the lesser self for everyone's sake," when the moment truly came, who would be willing to throw away his own life?
And just as Chai Feng had predicted, Zhang Xiaohua truly was an experienced seafaring youth. Ever since he had met everyone that first time, he never showed himself again. His daily food and drink were all delivered into his cabin by sailors. Bai Yonggui came to invite him several times, hoping to probe further into his abilities, but Zhang Xiaohua used "having only just escaped life on a deserted island and feeling unwell" as an excuse to decline him completely.
Even of the food delivered by the sailors, he ate only a little staple food and drank a little water. He did not touch a single bite of meat or fish. This also shattered the hopes of those who had considered poisoning his food.
In truth, Zhang Xiaohua had already reached the stage of fasting from grain and did not need to eat at all. But if he truly went several days without a drop of water or a grain of rice before the Xinrong Sect members, he might really be regarded as a monster. Besides, they might take the chance to strike at him when hunger and thirst overwhelmed him. Would that not disrupt his plan to conceal his abilities once again?
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