From afar, the giant ship had only seemed large. But once they truly stepped onto its deck, they understood the meaning of the word "giant." One side of the ship alone was wide enough for eight carriages abreast, while the bow and stern were even more spacious. Countless sailors bustled back and forth without making the place seem crowded.
The giant ship's cabins stood in the middle, shaped like a tower. When Zhang Xiaohua swept them with his divine sense, he discovered that there were no fewer than five levels. In particular, the two levels beneath the deck held even more sailors performing all sorts of tasks—far more than those visible above.
By then, everyone from both ships had boarded the giant vessel. Even their horses had been brought aboard, led away by sailors and taken into the cabins to be cared for separately.
Back at the villa in Jingyue City, they had not had the chance to speak freely before Murong Jian disrupted everything. Then came the duel and their escape. So much had happened in such a short time. Only Dragon King Xu, Xu Jiaotong, and Qin Shiyue had spoken much with each other. Now that they had finally reached their own territory and no longer needed to worry about safety, the Dragon Kings of the other two seas and the gang leaders of the Seven Waters all gathered around, hurriedly expressing their loyalty and concern.
Thinking back on what had just happened, it had indeed been perilous. The more they thought about it, the more lingering fear they felt. Their entire group had actually fallen into the scheme of a crude naval brute, and even if they had wanted to lend a hand, they could not have done so. Had it not been for this young servant