At the mooring, several Nightwatchers were already waiting, their dark red cloaks whistling in the sea breeze.
On the shore, a man with a gaze like a torch stared intently at the uninvited vessel currently drifting quietly on the waterway.
Next to him, a young man spoke with a hint of caution: "Fang Zuo, do you think it's haunted...?"
Chapter 230