Su Lun used the Eight-Armed Spider Spear to swiftly travel across the sea surface for a while before stopping.
He then watched as the man in the floral shirt, who had been flying in on a broken mast, stomped his foot and also landed on the sea surface.
The two were tens of meters apart, and when he got a clear look, Su Lun confirmed once again that he had never seen this fellow before.
Assessing his attire, although dressed casually, the gaudy shirt's workmanship and materials were certainly not cheap and were definitely not what ordinary people could afford to wear. It looked a bit like the trend from Luying's imperial city. The white hair on his head suggested the man wasn't young, but the robust and sinewy muscles on his body also presented a strong visual contrast. Full of vigor, the man radiated excellent spirit and aura, domineering, dignified, with a sense of unrestrained nonchalance.
