After the fishing boat docked, the young people got off one after another.

When Xue Kong was about to leave, he suddenly realized something. He turned around and found that Pan Mo was still standing on the deck of the boat, looking at him from afar.

"This guy is so hostile to me. How did I offend him?" Xue Kong was puzzled, but he didn't care about it. Now he just wanted to go back quickly and have a good rest.

He had never been on a boat before, so he was not used to the rocking feeling on the boat. It made him feel insecure and not as stable as on land.

When they returned to Mr. Zhong's house, Xue Kong went straight into his room and fell into a deep sleep.

"Go to sleep as soon as you get back." Ruyi shook her head gently.

"He hasn't been ill for long. Let him rest for a while. Anyway, he just needs to sweep some snow and there is nothing else to do." Mr. Zhong smiled.

A few days later, Yang Li personally delivered the reward for this voyage to Mr. Zhong.

Pan Mo followed Yang Li closely.

Xue Kong didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Yang Li seemed to be glancing at him while communicating with Mr. Zhong.

He understands too.

Yang Li must have learned from Pan Mo everything that happened during his voyage. Pan Mo was hostile to him and would definitely exaggerate his own story and tell it to Yang Li.

This trip to the sea did not cause much loss to Mr. Zhong and his two companions.

But for Yang Li.

The loss of a relative from the immortal family cannot be compensated by any gain.

Xue Kong thought that he could have a good winter in the coming days, but unexpectedly, just three days later, Pan Mo brought a group of people and knocked loudly on Mr. Zhong's door.