Although he knew the path ahead would be fraught with danger, Fang Chenyi could only bite the bullet and press on. He had no other way out.
He stood on the deck, letting the cold wind blow over him for a while as he sorted through the recent events in his mind and considered what his next steps should be.
By the time Fang Chenyi returned to his senses, the sky had already begun to darken. The round sun was slowly sinking toward the horizon.
Back in his room, Fang Chenyi suddenly remembered the Bone Claw in his woven bag.
He had nothing better to do at the moment, so it was the perfect time to take it out for a closer look.
He took out the woven bag and used his trash tongs to lift out the enormous Bone Claw, placing it on the floor of his room.
It wasn't that Fang Chenyi didn't want to put it on the table, but the thing was simply far too heavy.
The small wooden table in his room would never be able to support its weight.
