Cultivation World Dadangar.
Hour of the Rat. (06:00 AM - 07:00 AM)
A few hours later.
As the half-destroyed ship sailed towards the Emerald Cove, Aksai and Nuya stood side by side on the quarterdeck, the salty breeze tousling their hair.
The aftermath of their intense battle with Kaelen's subordinates left Aksai's clothes torn and his muscular physique exposed from the waist up.
'Is… is he a body cultivator as well? No wonder he managed to take care of three of Kaelen's subordinates all by himself.'
Nuya couldn't help but steal a surreptitious glance at Aksai's rugged form, her gaze drawn to the intricate network of faded scars that crisscrossed his torso.
'Up close, his presence feels so different from his usually aloof and peaceful nature. If I didn't know him for the last 12 years, I wouldn't be able to call him a Spirit farmer at this point. It feels more like I'm standing beside… besides a quiet beast.'
