"Peter, who would have thought we'd return like this!" Sitting cross-legged on a warship specially refined by Peter Brown, Ian Pemberton exclaimed with emotion.
Everyone's gazes swept around, and in the sky was a large number of City Lord's troops, holding great sabers uniformly refined by Peter Brown. Their armor was likewise the highest quality Immortal Armor. These troops, aboard relatively small warships, guarded the people below.
Beneath them were the ones unable to fly and could only travel on foot.
The entire city's Human Clan had departed, this time everyone was hoping they could return to the lands of the Human Clan.
With a sigh, Peter said, "We're still short on materials. If only we could refine some more warships for everyone to board, we'd be even faster."
"It's already quite good. This is something I had never even dreamed of before."
Eleanor Jackson was also in high spirits. With such a force, she felt there shouldn't be too many problems with this return.
