"Senior Lu, we've reached the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm."
Shi Jin, captain of the Black Sail Pirates, spoke with utmost respect to Qin Ming, accompanied by his skinny, monkey-like son.
Throughout this time, he had not dared rest for even a moment, hoping only to follow Qin Ming's instructions and reach the Southern Wasteland as quickly as possible.
He was terrified of slighting this unfathomably powerful senior.
Thus, over these past three months, they had gritted their teeth and sailed at full speed toward the Southern Wasteland, no longer daring to stop midway to rob anyone.
Even if they earned less, they had to deliver Senior Lu to the Southern Wasteland first.
"Senior Lu, these are the Spirit Stones you gave us before. If you hadn't saved us earlier, our entire ship would likely have perished at the hands of the Luo Twins. We truly feel too ashamed to charge you passage fare again."
As Shi Jin spoke, he took the Spirit Stones from his son and prepared to return every last one to Qin Ming.
Qin Ming waved a hand. "No need. Take what you should take."
"You've also been through quite a bit these past half year. It's practically as though you made a special trip just to deliver This Seat."
Shi Jin paused, then put away the Spirit Stones. He took out a conch-shaped artifact from his robes and handed it to Qin Ming. "Senior Lu, our Black Sail Pirates have no way to repay your life-saving grace. This is a Myriad Spirit Conch. If Senior Lu ever has any need of us, you may contact me through this item."
"So long as we are at sea, even if we are separated by tens of millions of li, I will still receive the message."
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