On the yacht terrace

Qin Xuan, who was in the midst of comprehending the essence of swordsmanship, suddenly sensed something and snapped his eyes open. A sharp, blade-like glint flashed between his eyes.

A few kilometers ahead, on a barely visible, dilapidated sailboat, two agile women were besieging a short, stout man.

What surprised Qin Xuan was that the stout man barely fought back. He stood there with his arms crossed, allowing the two women to slash and stab at him, like an old cat playing with a mouse before eating it.