An enforcement officer counted the survivors and found that only a little over three thousand remained.
One of the rogue cultivators seemed to have been pushed beyond the limits of his anger. He looked at the enforcement officers with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"We paid ten thousand spirit stones for our tickets, and this is our destination?"
Bitterness filled the enforcement officer's mouth as well.
"None of us wanted this accident to happen. We lost many people too. Please be patient and wait here for another two days. A passing ship might come along."
Someone could not help asking, "And what if not one of the other nine ships passes this way? Besides, what do your losses have to do with us? You failed to scout the route beforehand-are you blaming us for that?"
The enforcement officer struggled to explain. "That isn't what we meant."
The two rogue cultivators stirred the emotions of those around them. Hostile eyes fixed on the enforcement officers, as though a single wrong word would make the people aboard the Flying Boat tear them to pieces.
Under those hostile gazes, the enforcement officer struggled to steady himself. "We've already contacted Nameless Island. They'll send people to pick us up soon."
A rogue cultivator asked suspiciously, "You aren't just drawing us a cake to satisfy our hunger, are you?"
The enforcement officer hurriedly shook his head. "I'm stranded here myself. An imaginary cake won't do any of us any good. You've all seen how dangerous these waters are. If you act on your own, you'll not only face danger but also lose your way. Once we reach Nameless Island, we'll compensate everyone accordingly."
"Then we'll wait two days. If no rescue comes, we'll take the knife to them first." A sinister look