With the appearance of the Rising Sun, Yan Lexian and his band of fair-weather friends were stunned.
"What is that?"
"How can there be such a huge yacht?"
Beside Yan Lexian, a young master pointed at the Rising Sun with a face full of astonishment.
"This, this is what a yacht is! Ours is just…"
Another young master agreed.
Although they were all rich youths who had seen plenty of grand sights, they had never seen a yacht so large, so luxurious.
Faced with such a behemoth, Yan Lexian hurried to have their three yachts obediently docked at the shore.
In front of such a colossus, what was the point in trying to show off? Would that not be akin to seeking one's own demise?
Once docked, Yan Lexian and his sycophantic friends stood at the bow of the ship, staring intently ahead, eager to catch a glimpse of the owner of the imposing vessel.
Seven or eight minutes later, the Rising Sun slowly came to a stop at the harbor.