The azure sea lay beneath an almost impossibly bright sun.
By the time Bai Zhi, Mu Qiansè, and Wan Ci arrived on the deck, quite a few people had already gathered there. The entire deck was as noisy as a marketplace.
Although there were many people, the crowd on deck was clearly divided into several factions. The largest of them was undoubtedly the professional group that had chosen to join the company, with Myth Wei Caisi as its absolute core.
As for the others, the most conspicuous was undoubtedly Little Monk's bald Monk Group. In just one night, the number of bald heads had grown from a few dozen to more than fifty, and they had all changed into matching gray monk robes.
Under the sunlight, the row of bald heads was exceptionally eye-catching.
Because Little Monk was far too wicked, practically no one dared approach him anymore. More than fifty bald men in identical attire merely had to stand there to clear out a huge area around them.
Aside from those two larger factions, the rest were mostly scattered groups spontaneously formed by people who knew each other, too numerous to count.
Incidentally, the Soldier and the Star Spirit Girl were still the same as before. One stood on the deck, staring into the distance with an almost chilling indifference, while the other sat alone in the farthest corner, the area within ten meters around her resembling an oven.
Although Bai Zhi and the others had arrived late, Dead Zero and the others had already saved them a spot on the deck. A row of sofa chairs had been set up on the elevated area, with a table in the middle laden with all kinds of fruit and drinks.
As expected, Ke Nai, who liked being alone, was not