Overnight, Xiangjun's Hair Turned Gray

Whoosh, whoosh…

The ferry quietly sailed out of the port in the thunderstorm and headed upstream along the Clear River.

The lights on the ship were flickering. More than thirty helm masters and hall masters were patrolling back and forth in the night rain, paying attention to any movements on the river.

Inside the deckhouse, the door of the tea room was tightly shut.

The dim yellow candlelight illuminated the corners of the tea room. Four people were sitting here in silence.

"Coo?!" The bird was squatting obediently on the tea table and looking at the fruit plate beside it. Because the atmosphere was wrong, it stuck its head out a few times but didn't dare to eat.

After Ye Jingtang changed into a clean robe, he sat down on the right side of the tea table. His expression was cold, and his eyes were calm as he thought about the current situation.