Such meticulous care, is it really just as the Grand Princess saw, merely seeking a replacement for his wife?
Since he had long accepted all of this—
Then what is it that this King of Sand is pursuing now?
Or is it just as Delan said?
With these thoughts in mind, under the gaze of the others, Fang Hong turned and walked towards the ship.
Everyone had already boarded the ship.
As the Princess said, it was just a small boat.
It was even much smaller than the Seven Seas Traveler originally designed, giving the first impression of being petite, yet despite its size, it was complete. A tall mast stood in the center with a snow-white sail like a wing. The hull was adorned with beautiful patterns, carrying the dreams and aspirations of a young girl—it wasn't luxurious like a royal artifact, instead it bore some simplicity.
Lady Papamo climbed to the top of the boat and let down the sail...
