Jiang Wang was leaning against the left side of the boat cabin while Lin Youxie sat opposite him.
Fan Qingqing was nestled in the corner, and an old man was half-crouching next to her, pressing one hand on her shoulder.
Pat, pat, pat.
It was unclear what time it was now, but it was raining outside.
The rain fiercely pelted the roof of the cabin.
Lin Youxie's voice was very soft, as if he was directly whispering into ears, clearly not wanting to cause too much commotion.
Jiang Wang snapped out of cultivating and quickly grasped the situation.
Although he had been cultivating the "Dream Order," he hadn't completely dropped his guard. If Fan Qingqing made any slight move, he would have been able to react.
Thus, the old man's control over Fan Qingqing happened in an instant.