At dusk, near the coast.
The splashing sunset painted the sky and earth as one.
The sea breeze was salty and humid, and hundreds of sect members along the shore stood up. Here, a banquet was set, with red carpets laid on the ground, wooden tables erected, and master fighters seated.
More than a dozen Black Iron Xuan Ships blocked the river path. However, two ships had already been overturned by the tail swing of a python, sinking into the river.
The Dragon Ship slowly sailed in, surrounded by formidable adversaries. Yet Wen Caishang remained calm, her demeanor tranquil, her elegance outstanding.
Wen Caishang, Li Xian, and the old dragon had traveled a long distance, uninvited guests, finally arriving at this place. Sect members on both shores immediately stood up, all looking towards Sheng Yunfei.
