The luxury cruise liner was enormous.
It would have no problem carrying a thousand people; there were just over five hundred of them aboard, leaving much room for everyone.
After getting on, Chen Xiaobei acted like a curious old lady and surveyed every inch of the ship. There was no hint of nervousness on his face – he was relaxed, as if he was just another ordinary tourist.
Murong Xiaoyao and the rest of his allies followed him closely behind, all of them looking extremely worried. Third Elder was the only other member in their group who managed to keep his calm.
The annual dinner officially commenced as the cruise weighed anchor!
