Early the next morning, Yang Zhen stretched and kicked the cat awake with his foot.
The cat tumbled off the bed with a start, cursing openly, "Dammit, who the hell dares to kick me?"
"Get ready, we're off!" Yang Zhen yawned, freshened up, and stepped out.
"Damn it, you heartless kid, had I just fallen asleep and you woke me up? Hell no, I demand a fifty-fifty split of the gems from building the flying ship this time."
"Have the nerve to say that?" Yang Zhen glared, "Damn it, had you not been working negligently, how could we have only made 200 ships?"
"Don't blame me, young man, for crushing your dreams. It is true that practitioners cannot fly at will in True Essence surges, but do you think others will not prepare a ship for this dangerous situation? And how can you be certain that we will encounter a True Essence storm this time?"
Yang Zhen smirked, glancing at the cat and said, "That's called risk investment, you get that?"
