A fresh sea breeze, carrying the salty scent of the sea, gently drifted in through the gaps in the carved portholes.

The cabin was filled with a unique sea scent, and the flickering candlelight appeared exceptionally weak against the sunlight.

Qianxi, like a wary cat, carefully clung to the cabin wall, concealing her figure in the thick shadows.

Her gaze remained fixed on the receding figures of those people until they completely disappeared from sight.

I waited quietly for a long time, each second feeling as if it were stretched out infinitely, and the unease in my heart spread wildly like weeds.

Cold sweat had already soaked through her clothes, sticking stickily to her back.

Finally, she took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and tiptoed toward the main cabin where Qimeng was.

The cabin door slowly opened, and bright sunlight flooded in, making Qimeng's graceful figure, reclining on the carved canopy bed, even more clearly visible.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied into a bun, with a few playful strands falling beside her snow-white neck.

A jade hairpin swayed gently with her raised eyebrow, the emerald gem reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

The black wide sleeves slipped down, revealing half of a wrist as delicate as mutton fat jade. The mutton fat jade bracelets on the wrists collided with each other, making a crisp and melodious sound.

As soon as Qianxi stepped across the threshold, her knees slammed heavily onto the cold bluestone slab, making a dull thud.

Her frail body trembled violently like a withered leaf in the wind, her teeth chattering uncontrollably: "Master...Master, I know my sins, and I will never dare to do it again."

Her voice, tinged with a sob, echoed through the empty cabin.

A layer of frost instantly gathered in Qi Meng's eyes, as if a thick layer of ice had formed on a cold pool.

She lightly touched the brocade quilt with her toes, and swiftly moved to Qianxi's side like an agile owl. As her clothes fluttered, a chilling aura swept over her.

The shoe toe, embroidered with a golden phoenix, slammed into Qianxi's right shoulder with a sharp gust of wind.

In an instant, a crisp sound of bones dislocating rang out in the cabin, breaking the original tranquility.

Qianxi flew backward like a kite with a broken string, her back slamming hard against the tightly closed hatch. The hatch made a muffled thud as if it would break at any moment.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth down his chin, blooming into shocking red plum blossoms on his white clothes, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

However, Qianxi dared not slack off in the slightest. Her nails dug deep into her palms, and the excruciating pain made her tremble all over.

She endured the excruciating pain and crawled back to Qimeng's feet on her knees.

Her lowered eyes reflected the pearls swaying on the tips of Qimeng's shoes, each one gleaming with a cold light, as if mercilessly mocking her insignificance and powerlessness.

A chilling laugh, like ice crystals, reached her ears: "If there is a next time—" Before she could finish speaking, a sinister killing intent descended upon her as if it were a tangible force.

As if an invisible hand had gripped Qianxi's throat, "The shark bait in this cabin will be extra for you."

Qianxi trembled violently, her forehead slamming heavily against the ground, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the bluestone slab: "Understood, subordinate."

Qianxi felt as if she had been reborn. Her heart, which had been in her throat, fell back to its original position. Her legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.

She respectfully kowtowed deeply towards the cabin, her forehead hitting the ground heavily. The coldness of the blue bricks seeped through her skin, but she was completely unaware and dared not get up for a long time.

When I stood up, my knees ached terribly, and my legs trembled slightly from being tense for so long.

Her hands trembled slightly, but she maintained a respectful posture and quickly retreated from Qimeng's cabin.

With a soft creak, the hatch slowly closed. Qianxi pressed her back against the cold door panel, straining her ears to catch any sounds from inside the cabin.

Hearing no further sound from inside, my tense nerves finally relaxed, and even my breathing became rapid involuntarily.

She raised her hand and quickly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sweat-soaked sleeve. The crimson bloodstains spread across her plain sleeve like eerily blooming flowers, a shocking sight.

With his other hand, he held tightly to his aching shoulder, which felt as if it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. Every movement brought excruciating pain, as if countless fine steel needles were deeply embedded in it.

She staggered, her body swaying like a withered leaf in the wind, nearly falling several times before finally making it back to her cabin.

As soon as she entered the house, Qianxi leaned heavily against the door, let out a long sigh, and finally relaxed her tense back completely.

She slowly closed her eyes, her mind replaying the terrifying scene that had just unfolded inside the Dream Cabin.

Qi Meng's icy gaze and the merciless kick she received still lingered in her heart. After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, a trace of fear still remaining in her gaze.