The sails were filled with sea wind, and the old dark-brown wooden bow cutting through the sea surface, splashing waves landing occasionally on the gently undulating deck.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
The young Hua Mountain Swordsman Wu Ge grasped the railing, his face slightly pale.
He didn't want to squeeze into the dark and damp lower cabin filled with the smells of sweat, foot odor, and mold; he preferred to stay on the deck.
With his excellent physique developed through years of martial arts training, he could barely withstand the dizzying sway of the ship, but seeing the distant black clouds that covered the sky and the thunderbolts falling amidst the storm, he couldn't help but feel fear.
Even martial artists are just slightly stronger than ants in the face of the mighty forces of nature.
"Humph!"
