The two boats that Young Master's Elite were aboard docked by the shore. The six men leaped off the boats and paid the fee, as the two boatmen rowed off. Young Master Han lifted the spyglass and turned it toward the direction Southern Lone Blade and the rest had headed, but all he saw was thick fog.
M*th*rf*ck*r! Young Master Han cursed to himself. The other five had gathered around and took turn at the spyglass to check their surroundings, each shaking their heads and sighing.
"Shall we head to Xiawu City first?" Sword Demon suggested.
Everybody nodded. Since they were here, they could not just give up and return even though they had no idea where Southern Lone Blade and his squad were, for that would just be too shameful.
"Wounds, go destroy their boats," Young Master Han said.
