The setting sun was like fire, igniting the coast for dozens of miles.
Seventy-two warriors led their warhorses, and one after another boarded the two three-masted ships sent by Wang Cheng, setting sail!
Yang Ge stood at the stern, gazing at the gradually receding Nansha Bay under the twilight. For a moment, he seemed to see countless shadowy figures on the golden beach waving at him, as if wishing him a smooth journey...
He pursed his lips and waved back at them with a smile.
Just then, a young pirate tiptoed behind Yang Ge and bowed, "Second Master, our boss has prepared a feast in the captain's cabin to honor all the heroes. Please grace it with your presence!"
Yang Ge turned around, "Let's go!"
The young pirate stepped aside and gestured for Yang Ge to follow, "I'll lead the way for Second Master."
...
On the coast.
Rugged Jianghu men and women watched the two three-masted ships slowly merge into the fiery horizon. Everyone's face was filled with unspeakable loss.
