"That's right, Captain. Rather than struggling so hard to survive, why don't we follow them?"
"Their Transcendents are so powerful."
"And their captain knows so much. If it were us, who would've thought those ghastly white ghost hands were actually edible?"
"Captain, look, they all get to eat their fill..."
The Peace Convoy members crowded around their captain, Qi Peiliang, talking nonstop.
The Survival Convoy's days of eating their fill truly made them unbearably envious.
Amid his members' overlapping remarks, Qi Peiliang began to waver.
Finally, he looked toward Liu Hong, the only Sequence Transcendent in the group.
"Liu Hong, tell me... should we join their convoy?"
But Liu Hong didn't even turn his head.
His eyes were fixed on the Survival Convoy's side...
More precisely, on those steaming pots.
He hadn't even heard what Qi Peiliang had asked.
Well, then.
Seeing this, Qi Peiliang sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, every one of his people was thinking about food and had forgotten all about their captain.
Qi Peiliang took a deep breath.
He hesitated no longer.
He strode straight toward Cao Xianming's tent.
His steps were firm.
His voice was steady.
"Captain Cao, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Ah, Captain Qi. Come on in."
Yang Yong saw Qi Peiliang enter Cao Xianming's tent with his own eyes, and his heart gave a jolt.
Sure enough.
Old Cao was about to fleece someone again.
Still, Cao Xianming's abilities lay more in calculation and prediction.
His Supernatural Power was best used to work out routes and foresee danger.
The Survival Convoy did indeed need someone to act as a guide for routine navigation.
From what he could see so far, Qi Peiliang had a few little schemes of his own, but he also had basic principles he stuck to.
He