Inside the passenger ship's conference room, all the crew sat solemnly around the long table.
At the center of the table, a middle-aged man with a bronze complexion puffed on a cigar. A pale scar slashed diagonally across his face, from his left forehead to his lower lip, adding a touch of menace to his otherwise warm demeanor.
"Captain Shen, what do you think?" asked the old crewman sitting to his left, brows furrowed.
Shen Ci mulled it over for a moment, then took the cigar from his lips. "Have the passengers been calmed down?"
After speaking, he looked toward the young man in a navy-blue uniform seated to his right.
The young man was brimming with energy and vitality. His name was Mo Yu, and he was the ship's first mate, a veteran Transcendent at the mid Third Rank.
The two were less like captains and more like escorts.
That was because a dedicated captain was responsible for navigating from the bridge. They only took over if something happened to him.
Hearing the question, Mo Yu opened the surveillance page. "Brother Shen, everyone's calm now. I also broadcast a request for the passengers to gather in the main dining hall. You can go there in about half an hour."
"I understand." Shen Ci watched the passengers on the surveillance footage gathering in the main dining hall and nodded slowly. Then he asked, "Have you figured out roughly who the deceased was?"
That was another reason he was anxious.
After verifying her magic power, he discovered that she was a lower Third Rank Transcendent.
It made no sense. As far as he knew, the only Third Rank Transcendent registered aboard was an old man, nothing like the beautiful young woman in the footage.
Mo Yu opened the report. "Since she