Yang Jing pushed open the door to his cabin and saw the terrified expression on Steward Wang's face.
"Steward, what's going on?"
"The Black Wind Thieves! They're on board! My Lu Family's disciples are on deck fighting them. The Black Wind Thieves are ruthless. If they win, I fear no one on this Flying Boat will be left alive."
Steward Wang stammered, completely at a loss.
"Steward, calm down. This area may be remote, but it's still the heartland of the Fiefdom. We just need to hold out for a while. Fearing reinforcements, the Black Wind Thieves will surely retreat on their own."
Yang Jing said, reassuring Steward Wang.
As he spoke, he beckoned for Chi Yu and Yellow Foot to come out of the cabin and join him.
"Daoist Master, the two children's Cultivation is low. Out there, stray blades have no eyes. It would be better to let them hide somewhere on the ship. I know this Flying Boat like the back of my hand. There are several secret hiding places. I can guarantee their safety!"
