Morning

As the first light of dawn fell on Qiu Pohan's face at the bow of the ship, Qin Xuan, pale and breathing heavily, struggled to walk out of the cockpit.

He glanced at Qiu Pohan, a fleeting look of approval flashing in his eyes.

All night, Qiu Pohan stood at the bow, reacting swiftly to any movement in the sea, swiftly eliminating the low-level sea monsters that climbed aboard.