After receiving the fruit from Tang Zhen, the monster seemed to be very happy. It approached the bow of the ship like a giant snake.
It let out a "Moo" roar like an old bull as it nodded its head twice at Tang Zhen.
When the other cultivators at the bow of the ship saw this, they quickly dodged to the side, afraid that they would be swallowed by the monster.
After escaping from death once, the cultivators were now more vigilant. They would stay far away from danger.
Even the deranged cultivator chose to retreat to the side, not wanting to cause any trouble for himself.
This was the world of purple light, a true Cemetery of cultivators. This monster that had fused with the ship could kill him with a single bite.
"It likes you very much and is expressing its gratitude to you."
A voice sounded out from behind Tang Zhen. It was unknown when that little boy in tattered clothes had appeared on the deck again.
