In the early morning, the sunshine sprinkled on the sea surface, scattering shimmering waves.
The sailors heading toward the Netalee City Association embarked on the ships early.
Newly recruited sailors and accompanying attendants were making final preparations.
Meanwhile, several high-level representatives from headquarters gathered on the deck, silently waiting with a hint of impatience in their eyes.
"Why isn't Wu Heng here? He set the time himself and didn't even stick to it," complained a Dwarf among the crew, his rough voice especially clear.
"He probably forgot the time himself," the Priest chuckled.
"Let's wait a bit more, if he still doesn't show, we'll have someone call him," the veteran mage whispered softly.
"No need to wait any longer, have someone find him, and Sim, make sure to record this," the level 18 Swordsman Elder said indifferently.
The Dwarven investigator beside him took out a pen and paper from his Space Ring.
Ding~!
