"Young Master."
Seeing Song Changsheng appear, Chi Huo Old Ghost breathed an inward sigh of relief and hurriedly paid his respects.
"Don't be nervous. This is Chi Huo. I've already subdued him. He'll be with us for the foreseeable future. Chi Huo, go to the ship's cabin and wait for me."
"This old servant obeys."
After Chi Huo Old Ghost left, Song Changsheng looked at Song Qingxing and said with a smile, "He's a Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Weren't you afraid, drawing your sword on him?"
"There is only death," Song Qingxing said plainly as he sheathed his long sword, his face completely devoid of fear.
"Alright, you two should hurry back to your rooms and cultivate. The Flying Ship's propulsion system is damaged, so we'll need to go to Xiang Province to find a Celestial Artisan to fix it. After today, we'll have to rough it out in the open."
