On the nighttime river, three ships—one large and two small—are traveling continuously.
The big ship is a sentry ship from Jiujiang, while the small ones are fast flatboats. Regardless of the type, they have undergone special modifications, with iron plates covering weak key parts and the prow hanging with Evil Suppression Talismans.
However, all of the ships are battle-scarred, just barely holding together.
"Stay alert, we're almost there!"
A Daoist stood on the deck, sword in hand, shouting loudly.
He had clearly been through numerous fierce battles. His Daoist robe was ragged and covered in bloodstains, and he had been hit in one eye, hastily wrapped with a white cloth, making him look sinister and fierce.
But the others on the ship were even more dispirited, their eyes full of despair.
After boosting morale, the one-eyed Taoist turned to look at the cabin.
