gurgle... gurgle... gurgle...
Groups of seagulls flew through the sky, issuing high and clear cries.
The merchant ship sailed smoothly with the wind, the waves slapped against the bow, raising heaps of white foam, making a splashing sound.
At the rear of the fleet, the azure sea was dragged into nine long, rolling silver ribbons.
What a beautiful sight to behold... if it weren't the same every day.
This was the eleventh day the merchant ship had been at sea, and they had completed less than a third of their journey.
Knock knock knock!
The door to the cabin where Lu Qingshan was located was knocked.
"Come in." Lu Qingshan responded.
The person who entered was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, holding a food container.
He was assigned by the ship to deliver meals specifically to Lu Qingshan, their important guest.
"Young Master Lu, here is your lunch for today," the old man called out.
