This sleep was very reassuring for Ye Tianfan—not for anything else, but because Ren Ningyue was also on this cargo ship. Ye Tianfan could relax and sleep soundly.
Originally, Ye Tianfan was tense and ready for a life-and-death battle. Now that the Celestial Punishment Team had intervened suddenly, Ye Tianfan's stress was greatly reduced.
If Ye Tianfan wasn't keen on uncovering the forces behind the Kowloon Cup, he wouldn't even need to come. With the Celestial Punishment Team escorting, nothing would go wrong.
In contrast to Ye Tianfan who was snoring away, Ren Ningyue wasn't as comfortable. Sweat beaded on her forehead, the cabin was stuffy and hot, and the sea's rocking made her frown deeply, continuously coughing.
Standing next to Ren Ningyue, Qin Hu was unmoved, his stance as straight as a pine. The demon blade was secured on his back, unmoving as Mount Tai.
