"Husband, you have worked hard; such trivial matters can be delegated to the sisters."
Sensually graceful, Zhao Wan'er, the principal wife of 'Hong Xuanji,' stepped forward to assist him, speaking in a soft voice.
"Xuanji, the master's injuries have not yet healed; you should attend to him."
"Indeed, this world ultimately relies on you and your master-disciple bond..."
'Hong Xuanji' seemed to hesitate slightly, then waved his hand.
"Very well, you all go to the other places; I will return to the ship to oversee everything. Hmph! Seeing the master so gravely injured, they are becoming increasingly disrespectful..."
While speaking, 'Hong Xuanji' issued instructions to several beauties one by one, then entered the interior of the Creation Ship.
The Divine Ship once again enveloped in a mist-like aura, sank beneath the water's surface.
