Three or four crew members struggled to pull the ship's trade.
The large ship, more than three stories high, finally started to move slowly, drifting towards the distance.
Looking at the gradually receding Great Xuan Continent, Zhao Houcai finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling both the joy of being relieved and the worry of leaving home.
Going overseas, is it a blessing or a curse?
"However, has everything been thoroughly severed from the past? From now on, no one will recognize us anymore."
Zhao Houcai sighed softly.
"Huh, could it be Elder Zhao with the Throat-lock Hand below?"
Suddenly, a voice full of exceptional joy directly came from the area above Zhao Houcai's head.
The extremely familiar tone startled Zhao Houcai from head to toe, nearly jumping up in place, shocked and frightened, finding it hard to believe. Without thinking, he quickly looked up.
What voice?
Why does it sound so familiar?
