Splash...
Splash...
The waves lapped gently against the cargo ship as it tore through the water with ease, the sharp sunlight reflecting off the ocean's surface like shards of glass.
Zhang Wei stood at the edge, gazing toward the horizon with a calm that contrasted the bloodshed from the day before.
The ship was headed toward Xianghui, where they'd soon dock.
He had left the captain alive, for now—there was no need for more unnecessary deaths.
Besides, there was still business to attend to.
Zhang Wei thought ahead to the evening, where an auction organized by the Martial Arts Society awaited him. It had been on his mind for a while: he was lacking in cultivation equipment. "I'll spend what's necessary," he muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Anything that interests me will be mine."
Despite the carnage of the previous day, Zhang Wei had taken precautions to keep the chaos in check.
