The New Year had just passed, and the weather was still cold. The seawater was even more bone-chilling.
But this bit of cold was nothing to the battle-hardened Li Huowang.
Beneath a bustling wooden wharf, the displaced Li Huowang submerged his colored, ethereal body. He then carefully allowed his transparent, physical form to poke its head out of the water and peer toward his distant target.
A wooden ship was moored there. However, to call it a mere 'ship' was an understatement. It was a massive structure, far larger than any warship Li Huowang had seen on Apricot Island.
Its bow, shaped like the bulbous head of a great fish, rested on the water's surface. The entire vessel was a uniform wood-yellow, exuding the oppressive presence of a mountain.
"After rushing all this way, I finally caught up. Hmph! Think you can run, do you? Saw things were going south and decided to flee Da Liang? It won't be that easy!"
