Qian Tong's vision went black, and he nearly pitched headfirst to the deck.
He knew that the men he had sent out earlier had probably long since been buried at the bottom of the sea.
"How exactly did you do it?"
Not only could Qian Tong not fathom this, but none of his men could either.
"Repair all the tampered planks aboard this ship, and I will tell you."
Qian Tong's eyes went dull.
Yang Qing and the others already knew everything down to the last detail.
No amount of arguing would do him any good.
"Master Qian, you have spent many years at sea. You should know that on this vast ocean, the only thing protecting our lives is the ship beneath our feet. If it is not repaired, I fear you will never have another chance to return alive."
A trace of coldness showed in Yang Qing's eyes, and his words stabbed into Qian Tong's chest like blades.
Yang Qing was right. The sabotage they had carried out aboard this ship was deadly. If they did not put it right in time, none of them would survive.
Once Qian Tong understood this, his stubbornly squared shoulders suddenly slumped.
Still unwilling to give up, he looked at Yang Qing. "Young Master, how did you find out?"
"We will talk once you have repaired the ship."
Left with no choice, Qian Tong could only take his men to repair the ship without further protest.
The tension in Yang Qing's heart eased considerably.
"I suppose that dark shape ahead must be Immortal Island?" Bu Er suddenly pointed ahead.
Yang Qing followed the direction of his finger, gazing into the distance. Sure enough, an enormous, indistinct dark shape had appeared ahead.
It was as though a silent giant beast had suddenly appeared