"Sir, I think there's nothing wrong with us staying on the ship and eating fish."
An Other Shore Cultivator, dressed as a Palace Guard, stepped on his sword, following behind his own Guardian with a bitter expression, and then hesitantly spoke up.
They had originally set sail, so eating fish was just part of it!
Even if they got tired of fish, the commoners had brought some cabbages, enough to last a couple months without issue.
Then suddenly, his own Guardian seemed to have gone mad, insisting on going ashore to see what's happening. Fine, but why bring along a small fry from the Other Shore Realm?
Yes, the small fry he was referring to was himself, the Palace Guard felt bitter inside.
If these two big shots started fighting and involved him, a mere Other Shore Cultivator wouldn't even know how he died.
