The downpour grew heavier, blurring the distinction between night and afternoon.
The entire deck was shrouded in tumult, with only the faint but resolute glow of a ghostfire lantern flickering in the storm.
Chen Qi casually gathered a few skeleton pirates to form a makeshift chair before sitting down.
Though it was a bit uncomfortable to sit on, there were no better chairs on this dilapidated ghost ship.
So it was Perla... Chen Qi sighed in relief, the tension in his heart slowly easing.
He hadn't seen the chief reporter of the White Dove Newspaper, the biggest gossipmonger of Moonstone City, in a long time.
Chen Qi vaguely remembered that ever since the search for the Flower Witch had failed, Perla had been in low spirits.
Seeking a big scoop, she had ventured out to the Crack Sea, but unfortunately, most of her expeditions ended in failure.
She hadn't come across any interesting news.
