Aaron only felt the Gang wind hit his face, and immediately knew that Yang Xumi had not activated the protective magic on this treasure, intentionally allowing a trace of Gang wind to seep through.
Therefore, after experiencing it for a while, he ducked into the cabin.
Inside the cabin of the boat, there were quite a few rooms, each refined with Ban Laws. Some doors shone with dazzling light and could not be entered, while others were plain and ordinary, permitting free access.
Aaron chose one and went inside to fall asleep.
After all, these past few days had been indeed somewhat exhausting.
On the other hand, Fang Xiaolong, still full of determination, was cozying up to Yang Xumi, completely unaware that he had become the butt of others' amusement.
A day and a night later.
Aaron got up, walked out of the room, and saw Fang Xiaolong reciting something in front of the cabin, reading the same spell over and over again, which left him speechless.