Now, when the boss might become "one of our own," it naturally becomes a situation where everyone is happy.
Upon arriving at the dock, a fully black spiritual boat was ready to set sail.
The hull was covered in water-repelling talismans, but instead of the Wuya Gate's banner, a sail embroidered with a thunder pattern was hoisted.
This was the distinctive mark of the Sunken Star Island trade fleet.
"Steward Li, please board the ship."
On the bow stood an elder wearing a bamboo hat; he turned out to be a Golden Core Cultivator, "My surname is Chen, and I am the escort for this journey."
"What's going on here?"
Li Yunjing curiously turned to ask his assistant.
"Here's the deal!"
