After the two finished speaking.
The six-person group tacitly withdrew their divine senses and casually looked for a quiet spot.
Yes, we instinctively found a spot far away from Uncle Yue.
We found an open space.
A few people set up six ordinary chairs and formed a circle, whispering among themselves.
"That Uncle Yue is very suspicious."
“But he doesn’t intend to seek help from the Sword Sect; it remains to be seen,” Song Siyao said cautiously.
"He admires your self-created Demon-Slaying Sword, so he shouldn't be a bad person." This was a comment from Song Tingwan, who was a doting sister.
Qin Xi hesitated before speaking, "He seems like a good person, perhaps he's suffered some kind of blow?"
"Hey Qin Yuanyuan, don't trust people so easily. What if he's good at pretending?" Baili Xijiang clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, not being very polite.
The two couldn't help but want to argue.
Song Siyao silently extended his sword to block him. "He wants to spar with me. He must have been a very strong sword cultivator in the past."
Ambitious.
They have good taste.
There is also the most basic sparring instinct of sword cultivators.
He's a good person.
Shen Zhuochuan and Wan Qiji remained silent, and all four of them turned to look at them.
Wan Qiji was taken aback. "I can't tell."
His method of judging people is basically the same as A Yao's: judging people by their fighting spirit during sparring.
so…
He hasn't actually sparred with the other person, so his ability to judge people by appearances isn't very good.
The others laughed at his appearance.
Finally, he looked at Shen Zhuochuan.
After a moment's thought, Shen Zhuochuan said, "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."
But I can't remember who it was.
There was something familiar about his mannerisms.
He has always had a good memory, even to the point of being able to remember things he has seen at a glance.
I don't know if this person's appearance was concealed.
"People who seem familiar to you are probably not simple."
Song Tingwan glanced sideways; it seemed that Uncle Yue was a man with quite a story.
"What do you think? Do you want to go and test them, or do you decide not to investigate further?"
If it were just a regular trip or travel, I might actually want to explore it.
It was so intriguing that it piqued my interest.
The others exchanged glances.
"If we are destined to meet again, then let it be. After all, there are so many of us, and it might be a bit offensive to deliberately investigate."
Qin Xi thought for a moment. Since the others didn't seem to care, and Shen Zhuochuan didn't seem to care much, she decided to let her make the decision.
Song Siyao nodded in agreement, and Song Tingwan smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Then let's see how fate unfolds."
After the conversation, Uncle Yue casually sat on the steps with his bag on his back, looking carefree and unrestrained.
Several people couldn't help but glance at him occasionally, but only Baili Xijiang's gaze was ever met by his.
Baili Xijiang gave him a slightly guilty, silly smile. The other man paused for a moment, then smiled kindly.
Xiao Long couldn't help but mutter, "He seems to have a pretty good temper."
The others shook their heads helplessly, their gazes all lowered and they remained expressionless.
We chatted casually to pass the time, and before we knew it, the time had flown by.
As the spirit boat was about to set sail, Uncle Yue carried his bundle and boarded the boat first.
When he handed the ticket to the little sheep, he received a helpless look from his junior.
He touched his nose, reached out and rubbed the lamb's head, and strode forward.
Song Tingwan and the others watched from behind, queuing up at a leisurely pace.
There were quite a lot of people.
When it was Song Siyao's turn, she couldn't help but glance at the little sheep a few more times.
A kid who wants to be a sword cultivator?
The previous Little Fish has now entered the inner sect through his own abilities. Perhaps it is because she personally guided him, but now he loves to spar every day, especially enjoying the feeling of surging fighting spirit and fighting to his heart's content.
The child in front of me—
I'd say I barely qualify as an outer disciple.
Song Siyao withdrew her gaze, slightly curled her lips, and followed her older sister's steps.
The others stood beside Song Tingwan, all turning their heads to wait for her.
Song Siyao's eyes were bright. "Let's go."
The group slowly boarded the spirit boat.
Baili Xijiang looked around curiously, and it did indeed match their disguise.
It's not that fancy, but it's very spacious.
After glancing at it twice, I found it uninteresting and looked away.
Such large spirit ships do not have individual cabins for each person; if you want a cabin, you need to spend a sum of mid-grade spirit stones, which is very expensive for ordinary people.
The group discussed the matter before buying the spirit boat tickets, and ultimately decided to buy regular tickets instead.
Many experienced passengers on the spirit boats had already chosen their seats early on, taking out books, stories, and snacks, and set up their seats casually.
I'm talking about Uncle Yue.
That place must be so pleasant. It's right at the front of the spirit boat, by the railing. You can imagine how comfortable it will be to sail with the wind at that moment.
Baili Xijiang chuckled, "Can we go behind him? That spot is pretty good too."
The bow of the spirit boat is narrower, so we won't have to squeeze together with the others later.
"Can."
Song Siyao, carrying his sword, took the lead and followed with a smile, while Song Tingwan and the others had no objections.
Behind Uncle Yue, the group took out tables, chairs, and benches and set them up.
Uncle Yue and the others all turned to look.
Those who can afford regular spirit boat tickets probably can't afford storage space.
Even if they did have some, tables and chairs would take up a lot of storage space, so they wouldn't choose to put such useless things there.
Qin Xi and the others froze, exchanging bewildered glances.
"But we've already taken it out."
We can't just put it back.
That's enough.
The world of cultivation is full of wonders. What's wrong with ordinary low-level cultivators decorating tables and chairs?
After exchanging glances, the group calmly took out some common snacks and ordinary tea.
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