On the edge of the nearby sea, Storm Gorge, nightfall.
Under the slightly reddened Blood Moon, the winds howled, thunder roared, and giant waves reached the skies.
Chen Qi was at the helm in the captain's cabin, cautiously steering the ship through the pitch-black Storm Gorge.
"The harbinger of the Laughing Moon Period..."
Chen Qi looked up, his gaze piercing through the glass.
The moon in the sky, as if soaked in fresh blood, hung over the horizon, casting a faint red hue over the sea surface.
The shaky vessel, like a lone leaf, struggled to progress amidst the ferocious waves.
At that moment, a triangle-helmeted Knight approached him from behind and tapped his back with an iron hand with a sting:
"Captain, how much longer until we reach our destination?"
"Two hours, and, do not approach my back so casually..."
Chen Qi felt an unprecedented sting on his back.
According to Little Raven, he had about one hour before he ascended to heaven.