Cen Dongsheng and the others stepped onto the shuttle boat together.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine, they ventured into the depths of the sea under the night sky.
The sky vast, the sea boundless.
Under the shroud of darkness, one could still see the deep blue sea surface sliced by the ship's bow into fine silver threads, as the ship's lanterns cast trembling beams of light over the foam.
Cen Dongsheng reached out to grasp the cold iron railing, gazing into the distance, feeling the icy tide within his palm.
The rising white waves lifted the shuttle boat up and down, while the white light atop the mast carved intermittent arcs across the ink-black sky.
Silence.
At this moment, the sea was calm, with only the sound of the waves as background noise.
The ship was equally quiet. Cen Dongsheng and his companions were enjoying the scenery, with no one sent by King Jile daring to disturb the guests on their own accord.
A dozen minutes later, Jiang Yunmei suddenly whispered:
