As Qiao Mu and Mo Lian made their way to the deck together, they were greeted by a sea of heads, with everyone on board standing still.
Holy Son Miyan stood at the forefront, gazing toward the distant riverbank.
"We will make a stop at the Ten-Mile Dock to pick up two masters," Holy Son Miyan informed the assembled. "The Spring River shore is just ahead, and the people of Spring City are likely in the midst of a grand sacrificial event. With the anticipated large crowd, if disembarking isn't necessary, please remain aboard."
He coughed lightly before adding, "If you find it impossible to resist and wish to witness the spectacle, ensure you don't venture too far upon disembarking. We will set sail after collecting them in about two hours, so don't risk being left behind."
Having said that, Holy Son Miyan's gaze specifically sought out the stoic figure within the throng, sweeping over her face.
