Chapter 14: Cock Fight
Yu Han got up earlier than Li Yao, a rare occurrence. He lumbered over to the common basin in the wardroom and freshened up with salt water and coal.
Can’t believe the cultivators have the cure to crippling injuries but not toothpaste.
The wardrooms were in the same floor as the mess hall. It was sparsely populated now, with barely any disciples.
On one side were the stairs that led up to the hatch. A few recruits were gathered there, murmuring.
“Crazy. Is this what cultivators are capable of?”
“How much do you think the ship costs?”
“My father owns a fleet. He would kill my eldest brother for such a vessel.”
The wood of the stairs was mending itself. Like it had a mind of its own, the wood creaked, inching close together at specific intervals. Jagged edges joined, and splinters flew in from somewhere. The rope lining the side of the rails had been repaired halfway too.
It gave Yu Han an idea. He surveyed the position of the tables, their distance from the stairwell.