Inside the ship's cabin, the atmosphere was utterly oppressive.
The sailors huddled fearfully in the distance, not even daring to look directly at Wu Liangchen, who sat at the dining table enjoying his meal.
As for the one-eyed captain, he stood respectfully to the side with his hands clasped, afraid to even breathe too loudly.
Back home, he was a well-known figure who commanded over a hundred men. His word was law, and he paid no mind to government officials.
But at this moment, the one-eyed captain felt like a lamb on the slaughtering block, unable to move a muscle in front of this mysterious young man.
Wu Liangchen ate slowly.
In truth, with his current Cultivation, he no longer needed to eat mortal food. Yet, Wu Liangchen still enjoyed the feeling of fullness that came from a meal.
Finally, Wu Liangchen set down his utensils, wiped his mouth, and glanced at the deathly silent, one-eyed man. "Who are you people?" he asked faintly. "And where do you come from?"
