This treatnt is indeed much better than before.
The crew mber stepped aside, hesitated for a mont, then finally fished out a string of jade coins, gripping them tightly in his hand as if making a decision: "The money you gave a few days ago, old brother..."
Chen Yan saw him clutching the string of coins tightly and knew what he was thinking, so he smiled faintly, "I said I won’t hold a grudge, and I won’t. As for this money, we had drinks together for a few days, and I ate the als you brought. You also told many interesting stories about the customs of the Southern Border. Naturally, this money should stay with you."
The crew mber finally showed a look of joy, happily taking back the money and giving Chen Yan a thumbs-up, praising, "I knew my eyes didn’t deceive ; you truly have magnanimity!"
Lowering his voice, he asked, "Tell honestly, why does the steward look at you differently all of a sudden?"
Chen Yan shook his head, "I don’t know the specifics. You don’t need to ask more."
Chen Yan understood that the steward favored him only because he heard he was from Snow Cliff Pass. The favor was just a small gesture in a larger sche; his weight there wasn’t that significant. There was no need to act pompous.
The eldest son of the Gu Family, Gu Jinjia, was mingling with loose cultivators at Snow Cliff Pass, even forming so sort of brotherhood... Such actions could be seen as not minding proper business.
So, probably not many people knew about it—within the family sches, perhaps the steward’s information network was the reason he knew about Gu Jinjia at Snow Cliff Pass while others might not. This low-level crew mber certainly couldn’t know about such high-level matters.
Chen Yan didn’t explain further, and the crew mber didn’t press on. After a few polite remarks, he excused himself.
As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, Chen Yan, escorting him to the door, happened to catch a familiar figure erging from the neighboring cabin.
Standing no taller than four feet, dressed in luxurious brocade, with a youthful face like a child’s.
It was indeed Brother Xiaohai from the East Sea.
East Sea stepped out, directly glaring at the crew mber, shouting, "Stop there! Why hasn’t today’s al been delivered to yet? I’ve prepaid for thirty days, and the food delivered in the first two days was barely acceptable, but it’s been getting worse every day since!
It’s already dark today, but nothing has been delivered?!"
The crew mber, who was polite to Chen Yan, wasn’t as courteous to Brother Xiaohai—even though the latter had quite a bit of cultivation, the crew mber was from the Gu Family, and even the lowest rank crew wasn’t intimidated by a background-less loose cultivator like him.
He retorted firmly, "Why the hurry? I was just delivering als to important guests on the steward’s orders and will naturally bring yours afterward!"
With that, he turned and walked away, deliberately muttering loudly, "Really thinks he’s so kind of master. A rogue cultivator, doesn’t even consider where he is!"
His words were loud enough, seemingly intended for Brother Xiaohai to hear. Hearing them, Brother Xiaohai’s face flushed with anger, staring fiercely at the crew mber’s back but eventually gritting his teeth, remaining motionless.
After the crew mber left, Brother Xiaohai turned to see Chen Yan standing by the next cabin’s door. Recognizing him at a glance, his expression turned peculiar, "You..."
Chen Yan knew that since they were staying next door with many days ahead, they would et sooner or later. So, instead of hiding, he openly cupped his hands in salute, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
Brother Xiaohai’s expression grew surprised, but he returned the greeting with a smile, "What a coincidence! Fellow Daoist, I believe your surna is Zhao, right? To think we’d et again on this ship.
We were neighbors in West Platform City, and now, here we are, neighbors again."
Chen Yan smiled without speaking.
Brother Xiaohai’s eyes flickered, then he noticed the al boxes on the table inside Chen Yan’s room and laughed, "Since it’s fate, there’s not much to do on this ship; why don’t we go to your room, sit down, discuss the Dao, and drink?"
Chen Yan smiled, "I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you, Fellow Daoist. I’m at a critical point in my practice and cannot be interrupted... hmm, next ti for sure."
After finishing, Chen Yan smiled but closed the door without hesitation.
Brother Xiaohai stood there, his smile freezing for a few seconds, then he huffed angrily, turned back to his room, and slamd the door.
With such an unwelco neighbor, Chen Yan, after having dinner in his room, didn’t go out to the deck, avoiding a run-in with this guy called East Sea.
This person had a mysterious background, looking identical to the Brother Xiaohai from the Li Huo Candle earlier, but his cultivation was much weaker. Having heard of his past, Chen Yan was sure he wasn’t the real East Sea.
Chen Yan instinctively felt this person was harboring secrets and suspected he was trouble, so he preferred to keep his distance.
By nightfall, the flying boat was already beyond a thousand-mile radius of today’s Venerable Dojo, then the boat resud its height and sped forward—Chen Yan had heard from the crew that within a thousand miles of the Venerable Dojo, all passing cultivators or ships must reduce their height and speed out of respect for the Venerable.
Feeling the flying boat climbing again and accelerating, Chen Yan realized they had gone beyond a thousand miles from the dojo. Because of today’s strange and subtle ’enlightennt’ state, he felt an indescribable weight in his heart all along.
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