Chapter 901: Are You Done Fighting?

Li Xiaobai returned to his room and waited quietly for the ship to sail.

Drifting in the rivers and lakes, one must use a pseudonym to save their own life. Since his sixth senior brother had the protection of a super sect, using his name to cause trouble probably wouldn't lead to any serious problems.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The sound of knocking came.

"Is Master Li at rest?"

A gentle voice came from outside the door; it was Monk Ming De.

"I have not yet rested. Please come in, Master."

Li Xiaobai said.

"Amitabha, Master Li really embarrasses this poor monk. I dare not assume the title of 'Master'. Night is about to fall, and it gets cool at sea. I've specially cooked a bowl of thin porridge for Master Li. This monk does not eat meat or fish, and I hope you won't disdain it."

Monk Ming De brought out a bowl of rice porridge, the bowl, old and worn from years of use, had a few vegetable leaves floating on top, very austere.