The air was filled with the dust and smoke left behind by the extinguished fire, which danced and swirled in the sunlight.
A group of people were hurriedly repairing the destroyed dock and retrieving the drifted boats.
He Wei, with his face a furious green, reappeared by the shore with one of his sons and two grandsons by his side.
"Great Elder, there are explosives along the coast and the periphery of the forest," an old man came to report, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat. It was not only due to running, but also the lingering fear. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, "We've gathered all the found explosives in one place."
