One after another—the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth—six enormous seagoing ships altogether entered Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense.
Zhang Xiaohua was greatly alarmed. It was already deep into the night, with fierce winds and towering waves. Who would sail so desperately? Could they be ships from the other two seas and the Seven Waters? Zhang Xiaohua observed carefully, yet he saw no dragon-embroidered flags on their masts. In fact, there were no flags at all. Though these six giant ships were large, they were still somewhat smaller than the one Zhang Xiaohua was aboard, and they were faster as well. Sweeping his divine sense farther into the ships, Zhang Xiaohua found quite a few armored men in the cabins, all carrying longbows. In several cabins, there were also people dressed in tight-fitting martial attire, holding treasured swords, long spears, and other weapons, their faces brimming with vigilance. A few more stood at the prows, holding something up to look through while speaking among themselves.
Zhang Xiaohua immediately understood. These were naval soldiers from the government office!
Those people in martial attire might be experts from the Righteous Path Alliance!
What was he supposed to do?
Zhang Xiaohua no longer had the leisure to scan anything with his divine sense. He hurriedly leaped down from the bed.
He pushed open the door and went straight toward the cabin on the first floor where Qin Shiyue was resting.
With the weather so poor, no one downstairs was in the mood for anything. Qin Shiyue had closed his cabin door early and was sitting cross-legged, circulating his Qi and nurturing his true energy. Zhang Xiaohua was anxious and could not be bothered with etiquette. He pushed the door open and strode in, saying loudly, "Lord Qin, I have something urgent to report to