It was just noon.
Han Zhao received a message from the martial artist in the sect.
The Ji family had arrived.
Han Zhao personally led the gang to the docks of the Furious Flood Dragon Island to welcome them.
In just the time for an incense stick to burn, a passenger ship with the word "Ji" embroidered on the sail slowly sailed over and finally stopped at the dock.
A tall girl walked down first. She was wearing a light green silk embroidered dress. Her fair face was filled with joy and anger. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes seemed to be filled with water vapor. She was exceptionally alluring. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly with an unconcealable smile.
