The wind and waves grew stronger, and even though the large ship anchored in the middle of the river, it still could not stop drifting with the waves.
The maidservants on the big ship had been dispersed a day earlier.
Now, only three people remained on the entire ship.
Jiang Qihu kept one hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist.
He intently stared at the vortex in the center of the river, silently waiting for the "blood light" his master had spoken of to appear.
Ye Qinglian leaned against the ship's mast, arms crossed over her sword, eyes closed in meditation.
The You Hai King, alone, sat at the bow of the ship.
He had ordered a jade desk to be set across the ship ahead of time, with fine wine laid out, and now he sat in front of the desk, pouring and drinking by himself.
His luxurious brocade robe was soaked by the dirty waves, but he didn't care.
"Brother Qihu!"
