"The rivers and the mountains look to the North when smoke signals rise indicating the presence of hostile forces…" Ouyang Feng stood on the metal warship as it crossed the universe and started singing under the moonlight. His black cloak flapped in the wind and he had an impassioned expression on his face. "The pirate flag rolls curls while sword qi is like frost. Who can defy us as we traverse for twenty years?"
Unfortunately, its appearance destroyed the artistic mood a little when his cloak was hoisted up.
A group of pirates were hiding in the warship and felt speechless at their leader.
Chu Feng was sitting on the metal warship not too far away from Ouyang Feng. He raised his head and was looking at the brilliant starry sky. He was lost in thought for a moment as though he was thinking about something.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Ouyang Feng slanted his eyes.
