Everyone filed onto the boat in single file.
They were as quiet as quails, with no one daring to shoot their mouth off. They were even more well-behaved than elementary school students lining up, or rather, more like prison inmates taking turns leaving their cells—well, the kind of prison where the slightest misbehavior would subject you to all sorts of electrocution and water torture.
The reason was simple: a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator was standing at the bow of the boat.
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