The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars glittered brilliantly.
From afar, the sea wind drove wave after wave toward the shore, making the sea vessel moored by the coast rock back and forth.
A hazy figure stood on the deck of the swaying vessel amid the white mist, gazing at the cargo hold not far away.
"Bzz..."
A pale golden glow flashed across the fair, delicate palm, and the slender fingers, green-onion-fine, curled a few times.
With a thunderous boom, the sturdy cargo hold was torn apart, its fragments of all sizes plunging into the sea and splashing up strings of water.
Wooden crates were stacked neatly together. Two of them were shaped differently from the others.
Clearly, the contents of those two unusual crates had to be more important.
"Crack."
The lids of the two unusual crates were pried open by invisible force, revealing everything inside.
One crate was filled with countless crystal-clear Spirit Stones the size of pigeon eggs—there seemed to be no fewer than five hundred.
The other contained a glass bottle holding a purplish-red fruit the size of an egg.
"Stop right now, or the Azure Society will fight you to the death..." Deacon Zhao, who was being restrained, roared furiously.
Although transporting this cargo was not his main mission this time, having someone steal it right in front of him was an utter humiliation to Zhao Yufan.
If the others in the organization of equal standing learned of this afterward, his prestige would suffer a devastating blow.
If it had been anyone else, Zhao Yufan's threat might well have made them stop.
However, the hazy figure in the white mist clearly did not fear his threat.
The hundreds of crystal-clear Spirit Stones in the crate rose into the air and reached