Back within the domain of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, even the matter involving the slaying of Dragon Descendants seemed no longer a cause for concern.
Moreover, they couldn't show any signs of being overly anxious.
They needed to avoid giving away any hints to certain individuals.
Just as the treasure ship had barely entered the Qingyue Bas-relief, it came to a halt again.
"..."
Liu Shiqian shifted his gaze to the side, while Liu Qianyun timidly buried her head.
Chi Yang squeezed out a slightly awkward smile, "Ha."
The person clad in a snowy white robe threaded with Golden Thread, adorned with the Qingyue patterns, had his identity revealed through his attire.
Qingyue Daozi Bai Wu was a youth who appeared somewhat feminine and not as upright as Wei Yuanzhou, nor as unbending as Su Hongxiu.
He seemed extremely mild, giving off the impression of being easy to talk to.
