The biting cold wind swirled the snow on the port ground, spinning it toward the crowd waiting to board the ship.
The massive steel beast, the Ark of Hope.
Like a prehistoric whale lying outside the port of Glazed Light City, its enormous hull shrouded a vast area of sea, with thick anchor chains deeply embedded into the depths of the Ice Sea.
The deck was brightly lit, illuminating the dense, ant-like crowd writhing below as they boarded.
Fang Qingyu's five-member squad, together with Lin Yu and thirty-seven other Dawn members, formed a sizable group, quietly queueing with their luggage amidst the bustling crowd.
Despite the large number of people.
In front of a super cruise ship accommodating tens of thousands, their small group was inconspicuous, quickly swept forward by the surging crowd.
