'Thankfully, there's a Fake Core Master on board the Seagull.'
'He has old ties with my Xv Family, so I can build a connection with him.'
'There are also several Foundation Establishment cultivators with decent combat strength. If I can build a network, it'll provide some guarantee for our survival after we reach the Narrow Sea.'
So thought Xv Xiuping.
He turned to Xv Yiyi and urged her seriously, "Yiyi, I know you don't like socializing either."
"But war is cruel. Every friend you make is another chance at survival. Staying alive... that's the most important thing!"
"Brother, I know."
Xv Yiyi fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
...
"Brilliant!"
"Mr. Jian, what brilliant skill!"
On the deck.
A dozen or so cultivators were gathered around a chessboard.
"Mr. Xu, please."
The gray-templed, yellow-robed old man with a placid air made a brilliant move, looking slightly pleased as he stroked his beard.
