Slow

After the ship safely began to sail, Liam found himself a room inside the ship's cabin.

The Blood Troupe members cleared up a way for him, leaving him the biggest and most spacious room to rest in.

Truthfully, the organization was getting more and more useful in Liam's eyes. 

They knew their place and never spoke out of turn, like maids and butlers except infinitely more useful.

'Is this the power of influence? I can see why nobles cling to their status so much.' 

As a lone cultivator, Liam didn't really recognize the benefits of having greater numbers. 

However, he still believed in increasing his own strength by himself. 

Relying so much on others would only make him more dependent on them.

Dispelling those thoughts, Liam closed the door behind him and inspected the room. 

It was a cozy space lit by a single light hanging from the top, swaying left and right as the waves crashed against the ship.