On the shattered deck, Zuo Qianhuang clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain as he slowly stood up from the pile of broken barrel fragments.
"Your Heavenly Moon Cult prides itself on being a righteous orthodox sect, yet you don't go after those vicious Starry Sky Bandits. Instead, you only bully honest folk like us?"
He glared at the short-haired elder before him, his eyes practically spitting fire as he ground his teeth.
"How dare a mere Tianhe Wanderer be so insolent!" a Divine Church disciple shouted, drawing his sword. "Show any more disrespect to Elder Ji, and I'll cut out your tongue!"
Elder Ji stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Zuo Qianhuang as if he were an ant. "What difference is there between Tianhe Wanderers like you and the Starry Sky Bandits?" he said indifferently. "I don't wish to waste words with you. We're commandeering this ship today!"
