The large ship swayed and rocked, rising and falling with the tides and waves.
Inside a not-so-large room sat a table, with Duan Wenwu sitting anxiously on a chair.
He dared not put on airs like a senior in Jianghu anymore.
Carefully observing everyone around the table.
Zhou Wenjing and Cheng Suying had already taken their seats, their expressions slightly different.
Cheng Suying seemed greatly relieved, although still somewhat worried, yet compared to before, was no longer at her wits' end.
Zhou Wenjing's change wasn't so obvious, her brows furrowed slightly, as if pondering something.
The plain clothed man had lost his previous demeanor.
His eyes carried a hint of frustration, sitting there silently.
As for Su, the Chief of the Escort, he carefully placed a young woman whose legs seemed immobile on a chair beside him, and sat down after helping her settle.
However, that was still manageable.
What truly kept Duan Wenwu on edge was the white tiger lying at the doorway!
