Perhaps to accommodate a few more passengers setting out to sea, Wang Yuan's vessel, despite the passengers' persistent urging, only truly set sail in the afternoon.
"Weigh anchor! Hoist the sails!"
Following the ship captain's whistle, a dozen sailors chanted as they steered the ship, carrying around a hundred passengers, away from the dock and slowly toward the open sea.
"All the sailors have the same dead-fish eyes, bodies strong as oxen, constantly mentioning 'Lord Shan,' 'Scaleless Young Master,' and 'Wiseman' whenever they speak.
I have urgent matters this time and can't bother with you followers of Weird Divine entities.
I hope you don't foolishly provoke me, otherwise, I might just have to use the 'Seven Kills Ghost-Slaying Talisman' to shed some blood today."
In the best cabin on the upper deck, Wang Yuan, leaning by the window, slowly withdrew his gaze and frowned as he waved away the persistent fishy smell lingering at his nostrils.
