Ten martial artists entered the cabin.
As for Liu Yongli, the military doctor, they all came out after a while.
"Why aren't you staying inside? It'll be a while." Zhou Ming said.
"Why do you think?" The military doctor covered his nose. "Cast a Wind Technique on me."
"Alright." Zhou Ming glanced at Zhao Xing and, with a smile, conjured a breeze that created a layer of air filtration for the military doctor.
The military doctor took a long breath of relief.
As for Zhao Xing, even before the martial artists boarded the Flying Boat, he'd formed a whirlwind tunnel using a Wind Skill, drawing fresh air from outside to surround himself within half a meter.
It was like putting a layer of protective shield around himself.
No other choice; the ten martial artists all reeked of dead fish.
It was unbearable to get close to them.
"What about me, Brother Zhou, don't forget me." Liu Yongli was anxious; he'd been holding his breath the entire way.
