Duanmu Chai looked at the junior brother before him, a thousand feelings stirring in his heart. How many years had it been? In just over a decade, the young Profound Connection cultivator who had still seemed a little green when he first arrived had become a figure who commanded the winds and clouds of the Lizhi Sea. In swordsmanship alone, even Duanmu Chai fell somewhat short of him.
For this clash with the Tiger Fang Pirate Group, he had brought twelve Shanmen sword cultivators, all island masters registered with the Quanzhen Sect's Jiedu Prefecture near Wave-Clashing Islet. They had no choice but to play pirates for a while.
In overall strength, the newly established Canglang Pirates still lagged far behind the veteran Tiger Tooth Pirates. When they rebuilt, nearly everyone whose training belonged to the Daoist Sect had left. They also had to consider loyalty and whether spies had slipped in, so they were very selective about their true core membership.
They were few, but they acted as one at every command, swift and decisive in everything they did, and had made quite a name for themselves. Yet only they knew their actual circumstances. They were nowhere near as powerful as outside rumors claimed.
The Tiger Tooth Pirates had kept provoking them, looking for an opportunity to clash with the Canghai Pirates, and the reason went without saying. The Canghai Pirates understood this perfectly well, too. As their leader, Duanmu Chai had kept a clear head, avoiding strength and striking at weakness, unwilling to engage in a meaningless collision.
This time, however, he had found it rather difficult to avoid.
The profits from Grass-Headed Goldfish set hearts racing. At their core, the Canghai Pirates were still pirates, moving wherever profit led. They were not a sect; profit was their faith.