The howling wind and torrential rain lasted all night.
The Chu Family ship carrying Zhang Yuan also held out through the wind and waves all night, sailing steadily without being capsized and sent to the bottom.
The ship was merely a mundane vessel, and it endured entirely thanks to the formations aboard. Zhang Yuan inspected them with his divine sense, but he knew nothing about formation arts and could make neither head nor tail of them. All he could tell was that the formations were good.
The next day.
The sun leaped above the horizon, the wind and waves dispersed, and sunlight spilled freely across the deck. The sea returned to its usual calm.
Zhang Yuan emerged from the cabin and stood on the deck, gazing into the distance ahead.
"These old eyes of mine are getting blurry. Young Duan, take a look at the seawater. Isn't it a little red?"
Tan Sheng rubbed his eyes and asked in surprise.
Besides Zhang Yuan, Duan Zong and Tan Sheng were also on deck. The fishermen and sailors remained inside the ship, not daring to come out.
Duan Zong said, "It is a little. Probably the sunlight."
Tan Sheng nodded. "That sounds about right."
What strange sights couldn't one find at sea? A little redness in the water was hardly worth making a fuss over. He really was getting old.
Zhang Yuan rested his hands on the railing, listening to their conversation as his heart sank slightly.
The seawater wasn't reddened by sunlight at all. It was clearly mixed with blood. A careful sniff revealed a faint bloody smell with a hint of fragrance.
With so much blood spilled, it seemed yesterday's wind and waves hadn't been a natural phenomenon. They had most likely been caused by living beings battling with their