"Forget it, start the boat, quick."
Wen Yan gazed out at the sea, endless and vast, even the harbor behind him seemed to be sinking below the horizon.
"This is really fucked up."
...
On the yacht, the girl wielding the Emei Thorn was stabbed through by the opponent's rusty blade.
She didn't show any pain, instead, her anger erupted.
The two Emei Thorns spun in her hands, stabbing into both sides of the Water Ghost's head; with a savage twist, she shredded its skull to pieces.
"My clothes are expensive, you know!"
She reached out, pulled out the long blade. Not a drop of blood spilled from the wound—underneath the skin, it was obviously synthetic material.
She reached out and plucked away debris from her wound, her anger only rising the more she looked.
Standing atop the high platform, Zhang Qihui said in a deep voice,
"I'll reimburse you later!"
Hearing that, the Emei Thorn girl's face lit up, her arm twisting back behind her head with a sharp crack.
