Chuxuan, Tushan Susu, and Cuiyu Mingluan slowly walked off the large ship. The sea breeze brushed softly against them, lifting the hems of their robes, while the hull swayed gently against the ocean waves with a creaking sound. The rest of the passengers disembarked one by one. Yang Mie was the very last to leave the ship. His gaze was cold, resembling ice of a millennium that refused to thaw. Upon seeing Chuxuan and Cuiyu Mingluan, he maintained an icy expression, acting as though he did not know them at all. He hurried past them with brisk strides, not even lingering with a single extra glance.
Chuxuan watched Yang Mie's departing back, as if sensing a familiar trace of aura. That aura was like a fleeting spring breeze—soft yet hard to catch, though it vanished in the blink of an eye. Chuxuan's brow furrowed slightly, a ripple of doubt washing over his heart, but it immediately returned to calm.
"Let's go over and take a look as well," Chuxuan said to Tushan Susu and Cuiyu Mingluan beside him, his voice steady and resolute.
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