Along the journey before, seeing so many high-level leaders from various Sects, Sect Leaders, Elders, and the Corpse Dao Young Master, Mo Hua always harbored calculations and would feel the urge to kill.
But at this time, traveling with ordinary boatmen, eating and living together, he felt a purity of goodwill and perceived a simple kind of "human nature."
The turmoil in Mo Hua's heart, in contrast, lessened a lot, and his understanding of the "common people" became a bit clearer.
"People..."
Mo Hua was slightly stunned, his expression thoughtful.
After that, the sand ship continued to sail, with wind and sand covering the sky.
Mo Hua, in this way, forgot about his Cultivation, forgot about his identity, and worked diligently like an ordinary low-level Body Cultivator. When hungry, he ate, and when tired, he slept.
