"Bang"
Chen Yuan's feet once again stepped onto the deck of this boat, the bluish-black wood exuding a sense of age and weight.
He stood holding his spear, the sharp tip gleaming, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the open cabin door. The darkness inside was dispelled as bright lights flickered into life, lighting up the ship.
As the lights ignited, silhouettes appeared in the windows, voices followed.
Some people were speaking eloquently, others exchanging drinks, some debating endlessly; amidst laughter, there were lofty scriptures, or the chatter of ordinary folks, all sorts were there.
In an instant, this dead silent ship became lively and vibrant.
There was an indescribable eeriness in this scene, yet it was incredibly vivid and real, as if a real group of people was chatting inside, discussing worldly matters or tales of the world.
At this moment, there were sounds of footsteps behind.
