Bab 460: 447 smuggling

In the pitch-black night sky, the stars were strewn across it as if a black curtain had been embedded with densely packed jewels.

On this vast black curtain, the most bright and dazzling object was still that full moon. Moonlight spilled onto the sea, making the undulating waves reflect its light, while the surrounding tranquility made the sound of the waters exceptionally clear.

In such an environment, sitting in a small wooden boat and strenuously rowing with both oars, was not a particularly romantic affair.

Or rather, rowing on the fearsome seas under such conditions was an extremely terrifying experience.

You would feel the profound depths beneath your feet, and in the unseen waters, there surged unknown terrors, sensations that would engulf you, filling you with dread towards this mystery.