The second day at sea.
Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the porthole, casting a long, narrow band of golden light across the floor.
On the large bed, Jiang Shaoxu was curled up on the left side, wrapped in half a blanket. Her chestnut waves lay scattered over the pillow, with a few loose strands clinging to the side of her faintly flushed cheek.
Ai Tutu was curled up on the right, hugging a pillow in her arms, her mouth slightly open as she breathed softly and evenly.
Jiang Che did not wake them. Instead, he gently closed the cabin door behind him.
He left the room and stepped onto the deck.
The sea breeze rushed in from the bow, carrying the crisp freshness unique to morning and a faint fishy saltiness.
Mu Ningxue stood along the left side of the ship.
Her right hand was raised in the air as an ice-blue Star Palace slowly revolved behind her. Countless slender ice spikes poured into the sea like torrential rain.
Several sea demons attempting to approach the ship's hull were pierced through by the ice spikes. Their stiffened bodies floated to the surface, only to be frozen into blocks of ice by her next wave of Icebound Coffin and sink to the seafloor.
Her ice-blue, cinched-waist dress swayed gently in the morning wind, while her silver-white hair was lifted by the breeze. Her cold, breathtaking profile gleamed faintly beneath the sunlight.
There were no unnecessary movements in her attacks. Every ice spike precisely nailed a sea demon's vital point, clean and efficient.
Mu Nujiao stood at the bow, her left hand resting on the railing while her right controlled a massive cyan wind disc that slowly advanced across the sea.
The wind disc carried countless fine wind blades, grinding apart