Then.
Wu Likai's expression changed wildly.
Pale. Confused. Shocked. Puzzled. Furious...
And then.
From afar, Jin Chi shouted, "Young Master Wu, up... up... ahead, is... is that a storm?"
Jin Chi's voice trembled, shaking violently.
Unable to believe, and a bit nervous.
With Jin Chi's shout.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The gale had started to blow ferociously.
Getting closer to the storm, even the outer winds were substantial.
The large sail buzzed loudly and screeched, seemingly ready to tear apart at any moment.
Hiss hiss...
The waves around the great ship also began to roar.
On the deck, the hundreds of crew members working, each of them turned pale, simultaneously, looked at Su Chen as if they had seen a ghost!
This kid, did... did... he really say it right?
Accurate to an incredible degree?
What on earth is going on?
Little Qinn's mouth was agape, biting her lips tightly, unwilling to believe, with her brow furrowed.
