Are You Proud of Yourself?

Seeing that Su Fuyun and her group were getting closer and closer, and not wanting to listen to her sarcastic remarks, Sang Ying turned her head and prepared to leave from the other side.

But the other party clearly lacked this self-awareness, calling out to Sang Ying from afar, "Junior Sister, Junior Sister Sang Ying!"

Her commotion was quite loud, and many people were startled by the noise and cast puzzled glances in her direction.

Sang Ying decided not to move and stopped next to the white-bearded old man to wait for them.

The old man glanced at Su Fuyun and his group, then looked at Sang Ying: "Young friend, have you run into trouble?"

The teasing in his eyes was so obvious that Sang Ying couldn't ignore it.

"It's not so much trouble, but we ran into a swarm of bloodsucking worms, which is really annoying," Sang Ying replied with a smile.

"That's easy!" The white-bearded man tapped his pipe casually, his small eyes gleaming with shrewdness. "Young Daoist, this gift has touched my heart. Today, I'll help you with this favor!"

Sang Ying raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in her eyes.

She was very interested to see how the shipping guild would help her.

As she spoke, Su Fuyun quickly walked to Sang Ying's side. After running a few steps, a faint blush appeared on her face, making her look even more pretty and innocent.

But what she said only annoyed Sang Ying more, "Junior sister, why did you leave so quickly? I turned around and you were gone. I was planning to come to Haizhou City with you. Ah, is this the friend you just met?"

The last sentence was naturally spoken by Su Fuyun to the white-bearded old man.

Sang Ying glanced at her coldly. "I don't recall ever agreeing to travel with you, Senior Sister. Besides, I only came by sword, and you are also a sword cultivator. Wouldn't it be easy for you to catch up by sword as well?"

Su Fuyun paused, unsure how to respond.

Other sword cultivators could easily catch up with Sang Ying, but she was merely a nominal sword cultivator, and the sword at her waist was just an ornament. How could she possibly achieve the same level of control over the sword as Sang Ying?

However, since she remained silent, someone was naturally willing to step forward and explain on her behalf.

Zhao Yunhe immediately stepped forward to block Su Fuyun's path, his expression still showing some wariness as he looked at Sang Ying: "Miss Fuyun was naturally waiting for us."

He raised his chin slightly, though it was unclear what he was proud of.

Just as some people spoke up for Su Fuyun, others naturally spoke up for Sang Ying.

The white-bearded old man watched the show for a while before joining the fray, immediately challenging, "Oh, you're quite proud of making a Foundation Establishment Realm wait for a Golden Core Realm cultivator like yourself! What, you're proud that you can't outfly Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator on a sword?"

The old man was a bad-tempered person to begin with, and if it weren't for that box of Dao Enlightenment Tea, even Sang Ying wouldn't have gotten a few kind words from him.

Now that this person is in a good mood, his criticisms are naturally exceptionally sharp, making him appear quite sarcastic and mean.

Even his master had never spoken to Zhao Yunhe, a born prodigy, in such a tone. He immediately blushed with anger. "You're spouting nonsense!"

"Oh dear, are you going to lay a hand on this old man? You'd better hurry up, so I can call the city guards after I'm done. Maybe I'll even see you being driven out of Haizhou City!" The white-bearded old man even moved his face closer to Zhao Yunhe's hand, full of confidence.

Zhao Yunhe wanted to fight, but he remembered his master's instructions. In the end, he could only reluctantly lower his hand and swallow his anger.

Su Fuyun, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Senior, please don't misunderstand. Brother Zhao only misspoke in the heat of the moment. He absolutely did not mean to fight you. Please don't hold it against him."

Whitebeard still grinned. "Of course I won't bother arguing with a fool."

"I advise you to watch your words!" Zhao Yunhe could tell that the person in front of him had an ordinary aura and dressed like an ordinary person. He figured that the person was not a cultivator at all, but at most just someone who made a living by the sea.

If this had happened to another cultivator, Zhao Yunhe wouldn't have been so angry. But he was standing up for his beloved, who seemed to be just an ordinary person with no real ability.

Zhao Yunhe then lost his cautiousness and even dared to threaten people.

The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, just staring at him without saying a word.

Su Fuyun pulled Zhao Yunhe back and gently advised, "Brother Zhao, it's best to be careful when we're out and about, and avoid getting into conflicts with others."

Zhao Yunhe didn't take it seriously at all. "Fuyun, don't worry, this person is just a mortal, it's no big deal even if we offend him."

Although they kept their voices low, everyone present was a cultivator, so their conversation was easily heard.

Upon hearing Zhao Yunhe's words, "He's just a mortal," the white-bearded man didn't react much, but Sang Ying secretly smiled.

Even if she doesn't make a move this time, Zhao Yunhe probably won't be able to get to Gleaming Gold Island.

There was no need to watch this play any longer. Sang Ying bid farewell to the white-bearded man once more and quickly turned and left the dock.

Seeing Sang Ying about to leave, Su Fuyun tried to chase after her. But after only a few steps, Zhao Yunhe pulled her back. "Miss Fuyun, your junior sister clearly doesn't care about you. Why are you still looking for her? Instead of wasting time, let's go find the boatman of the Golden Summit."

The so-called Golden Summit is naturally the ship that can travel between Gleaming Gold Island and Haizhou City.

Hearing Zhao Yunhe's words, Su Fuyun was furious. She had specifically advised Zhao Yunhe not to bring Gu Hongyi along, fearing that the young lady might offend her if she was in a bad mood.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Yunhe was also a fool, failing to notice that the sails of the boat the white-bearded old man was leaning against were golden!

What else could this be but the Golden Summit?!

Seeing that Sang Ying and the white-bearded man seemed to have a good relationship, Su Fuyun originally wanted to use Sang Ying to get to know him, but Zhao Yunhe ruined everything!

The white-bearded boatman seized the opportunity to ask, "Are you looking for the Golden Summit?"

Su Fuyun's heart tightened, and he immediately put on a smile, subtly ingratiating himself, "Yes, senior, have you ever heard of the Golden Summit?"

Although they had offended the other party, surely this person wasn't that petty? Su Fuyun thought to herself.

Whitebeard chuckled at them, "Of course I've never heard of it!"

Su Fuyun's heart sank; she knew that the other party had probably remembered them completely.

Zhao Yunhe, upon hearing the boatman's reply, also looked disdainful. "Fuyun, what's the use of asking this man? How would he know about a treasure ship like the Golden Summit? Let's look elsewhere."

Indeed, in the mind of someone like Zhao Yunhe, how could the Golden Summit be confined to a small ferry crossing, huddled together with all those other boats, big and small?

Su Fuyun was quickly pulled away by Zhao Yunhe, leaving the white-bearded old man far behind them.

She sighed inwardly. Although Zhao Yunhe had treated her well, this pawn seemed to be useless now. She needed to find a new one quickly!