With a swift motion from the ship owner's hand, the rope was cut, and the small wooden boat dropped into the river.
"Everyone on board, listen up, get over here and board the ship, we're heading to the north bank."
This twin-masted sailing boat had only nine ship workers, plus two women responsible for meals.
They all had some level of martial arts cultivation. Though they couldn't run on water, they were still quite agile.
As these people jumped onto the small boat one after another, Chu Xisheng's gaze shifted slightly. He noticed two among them quietly slipping their hands into their sleeves.
"Clank!"
Chu Xisheng drew his sword without hesitation.
The Gentle Wind Thunder Blade shone like the dawn breaking through the darkness, instantly illuminating those two individuals' faces.
The blade's light pierced three inches into their foreheads, then its radiance retracted.
