Morning the next day.

When Su Yi woke from his meditation, the tower ship had already resumed its journey down the Great Azure, and everything was peaceful once more.

He left his room, and when he reached the first floor of their private pavilion, he saw his companions waiting for him. A sumptuous breakfast was already on the table.

“Master Su, we were waiting for you to begin. Let’s eat,” said Yuan Luoxi chipperly. Her eyes were bright as the light of dawn reflected in spring waters, and her tone was affectionate.

Su Yi noticed the subtle change in her demeanor, and he couldn’t help but smile. He casually took a seat. “Let’s eat together.”

Only then did Yuan Luoxi, Cheng Wuyong, and Huang Qianjun take their seats.

As they were eating, Cheng Wuyong suddenly started coughing.

Su Yi’s eyebrows shot up. “Were you injured last night?”

“A minor injury, that’s all,” said Cheng Wuyong with a smile. “It’s not a big problem.”

Huang Qianjun couldn’t help but interject, “Brother Su, last night, Senior Cheng relentlessly chased that rogue who insulted you. He got injured in the life-or-death battle that followed.”

Su Yi was stunned for a moment before he suddenly recalled something. “You mean the man who promised...