Nangong Yan also sniffed, spit spit spit, retching as if she was pregnant, and exclaimed, "If you don't leave now, I won't take you with me." If they missed this chance, who knew if there would be another ship going to Sacred Spirit Island.
The two each lifted an empty box, placing the boxes on one shoulder, supporting them with one hand, while the other hand passed over the head, pressing on the top of the box—perfectly concealing the other side of the face. With heads lowered, they slipped by.
Although they couldn't compare with the average laborer in stature, it wasn't easy to tell at a glance that they were two girls.
At that time, it was the peak time for boarding, bustling with people coming and going—a massive crowd that dazzled the eyes. Even if the horse-faced man was extremely focused, he wouldn't expect Nangong Yan to resort to this tactic.
