As Chu Xisheng stepped out of his room, he saw Chu Yunyun, Lu Luanli, and the others pushing open their doors as well.
Smiling, he nodded to them and headed straight toward the upper deck.
He sensed Zhu Kongming's voice moving upward.
According to that Dao attendant, passengers who wished to spar could only do so on the top deck.
Chu Xisheng discovered that the ship had far more guests than he had imagined, and they were all intensely interested in watching the excitement.
Doors opened all along his route, and large numbers of Martial Cultivators emerged eagerly.
Chu Xisheng realized that the rooms Recluse Sanping had given them really were excellent-they were all single rooms.
The other Martial Cultivators aboard, even those with cultivation as high as the fifth grade, were staying in double or quadruple rooms.
By the time Chu Xisheng climbed the gangway to the top deck, over a hundred people had already gathered there.
Even so, he recognized Zhu Kongming in the crowd at first glance.
Zhu Kongming had a sharp, imposing bearing, and his green hair ribbon stood out in the crowd.
It was a powerful Magic Artifact, specifically mentioned in both the Heavenly Secret Martial Manual's and the Martial Secrets Almanac's special features on Zhu Kongming.
"You must be Brother Zhu Kongming?"
Chu Xisheng looked Zhu Kongming up and down, then cupped his fist toward him with a hint of anticipation. "On this journey north, I intended to experience the Martial Dao of the Northern Lands' outstanding talents. Since you have the refined inclination to duel to the death, how could I refuse?"
The corners of Zhu Kongming's lips lifted slightly, cold severity showing in his sharp brows and eyes. "How forthright, Brother Chu! As I see it, there's no need for us to