Chen Yan's brows furrowed slightly at the sight.
He had been aboard this midsized ferry ship for quite some time, so he naturally knew how steadily it sailed.
Not only had the teacup on the table lurched, but even the round table in the cabin had suddenly shifted about half an inch.
That meant what had just happened was by no means an ordinary jolt.
Rather, the entire ferry ship had abruptly come to a halt a moment earlier.
There was only one thing that could bring a moving ferry ship to such a sudden stop.
With that thought, Chen Yan turned his gaze toward the cabin door.
A noisy clamor rose outside, as though people were arguing over something.
Then the wooden cabin door suddenly buckled violently before shattering into countless fragments.
A dark figure flew sideways into the cabin from the deck outside, hurtled more than a hundred feet through it, and slammed heavily into the wall at its far end.
It was an Immortal Cultivator wearing an azure Daoist robe.
His eyes were wide, filled with shock and resentment. Dark red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his violent coughing sent bloody bubbles frothing beneath his nose—
A spear had pierced his chest, pinning him to the wall at the far end of the cabin.
Fan Liu, seated beside Chen Yan, sucked in a cold breath. The sudden turn of events had clearly left his mind utterly blank.
The cabin fell silent.
Amid that silence, Chen Yan slowly reached out with his right hand, picked up the half-full cup of tea on the table, and drained it in one gulp.
Then Chen Yan glanced from the corner of his eye at the now utterly lifeless corpse pinned to the far wall.
From the force