“Do you have anything like a hairpin with you? You’re not wearing one right now,” Zhao Changhe suddenly said.1

“I do. It’s in my bag.” Cui Yuanyong did not know what he wanted to do and took out a golden hairpin from her small bag. “Will this do?”2

As expected, this was a woman’s bag. It was the same in this world and the real world. Though they looked small, they contained all sorts of items, like Doraemon’s pocket.10

“That’ll do.” Zhao Changhe grabbed the hairpin, used his saber to carve out a sharp point at the tip, then bolted out of the cabin. After thinking for a moment, he felt that his hefty saber would be too unwieldy underwater and left it on the ship. Instead, he grabbed the knife used to butcher fish and stuffed it in his belt before jumping into the water in one smooth motion.0

Cui Yuanyang hurried off to steer the ship, and it was only then that she saw the scene Zhao Changhe had described—behind them were a considerable number of indistinct ships approaching them. In just a few moments, a calm and peaceful river had been invaded by the oppressive atmosphere of a naval battlefield. No matter how one looked at it, this was not normal in the slightest.0

There were a few ships that were already rather close, and the sailors were...0