Mu Qingge's cold gaze swept over the few people standing frozen on the deck, her lips curling up in an ambiguous smile.
Thud, thud, thud—!
As her gaze passed over them, the people standing there involuntarily dropped to their knees, trembling all over.
It seemed they were begging for Mu Qingge's forgiveness.
However, Mu Qingge did not pay them any mind and instead walked directly toward the ship's captain.
The captain's face turned increasingly sour as he watched Mu Qingge approach, his legs trembling uncontrollably, fear spreading from his eyes.
"Steer the ship well. I want to reach the East Continent within five days." The golden spiritual light on Mu Qingge's body had subsided, but the Linglong Spear in her hand rested on the captain's shoulder.
The captain trembled, quickly responding, "Yes, yes, yes..."
