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Monk's footsteps were light and relaxed, yet it left a creaking sound on the deck of the ship. 's gaze was like a sharp sword, never leaving Monk for a second. But Monk acted as if he did not see it, and continued chanting the buddhist beads in his hands, his eyes staring straight ahead, ignoring him.

One step, two steps. Before the wind moved, the clouds moved first. Under the moonlight