At five o'clock the next morning, Chen Chuan got up, washed, and packed, preparing to leave. Once he was dressed, he sensed something and glanced toward the door.
He adjusted his collar, walked over, and opened the door. Unexpectedly, a person he hadn't anticipated was waiting there: the Wilderness Sect Fighter, Gaoqiu.
He said, "Elder Gao?"
There were no bandages on Gaoqiu. Other than his missing hand, his demeanor seemed no different from when he had taken the stage yesterday.
He said very solemnly, "Chen, I learned of your quarters from the cruise ship management. I came specifically to thank you. If it hadn't been for you yesterday, I would have died there."
As he spoke, he tossed something over.
Chen Chuan caught it and opened his hand to look, seeing a smoothly polished, pointed fang pendant.
"If you're ever interested in wilderness training, you can use this to find us. The Wilderness Sect will welcome you."
