Xuan Le's little face instantly turned pale.
Xuan Kong was immediately startled, then his vestment robe fluttered without the wind and a broken magic artifact—a flying sword, fell into his palm. His body was suddenly filled with surging mana, ready to leave the cabin.
"Elder brother, don't go!"
Xuan Le grabbed Xuan Kong's sleeve in panic, her voice filled with anxiety and fear.
Xuan Kong remained calm and said soothingly:
"It's okay, it's just a river-patrolling ferocious monster."
Xuan Kong swiftly left the cabin, and the many passengers on the ship were in an uproar. The cabin was filled with screams, wails, and curses.
If it weren't for the Aquatic Tribe in the waves around the ship, people would have already jumped off the cruise ship in panic.
Faced with the nearby monster tribe, there was no difference between nobles and civilians, who were usually above others.
