Consort of a Thousand Faces

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She will be fine.”

Pei Qianhao’s gaze deepened as he looked towards the horizon, his emotions boiling inside him despite his calm appearance.
The vessel I’m on is large and sturdy, but how sturdy is Shi Mo’s? Could it withstand the storm? How’s Xi-er doing now?

“Younger Sister will be fine.” Even though Du Ling looked calm as he gazed at the quiet sea, his fists were clenched as well.
I’ll hack that Shi Mo guy into eight pieces when we go ashore!

The both of them stood unmoving at the bow, and none of the soldiers dared to disturb them.

The night was still young, and their vessel couldn’t go any faster with the heavy fog on the surface of the sea.
It was only after several hours had passed that the fog began to lift, and bits and pieces of a broken ship’s railings could be seen floating in the water.
There were also some male outer robes accompanying them.

Everyone on their vessel saw them, and knew that there had been another ship that hadn’t been able to withstand the storm! Many of them looked towards the two men standing at the bow as they wondered if those floating pieces were from the boat they were pursuing.

Pei Qianhao’s eyes carefully scanned the surface of the water as his heart palpitated rapidly, spotting a flash of red.
Recognising that it was a piece from a lady’s silk dress, his brows furrowed before almost immediately relaxing, realising that it did not belong to Su Xi-er.