Standing beside her, Duan Qifeng said with a smile, "My wife, there's no need to worry. Just wait patiently. Brother Meng will be here soon."
Meng Yuxiang shot a glance at her husband and said nothing.
The men and women around were all waiting patiently.
"It's coming."
"The ship from the Zhou Mountain Sword Sect!"
Soon, they saw the large cruise ship approaching from afar. On the bow of the boat stood a man dressed in a simple robe. A sword hung by his side and standing beside him was a young man and woman. All of them had an extraordinary bearing.
"Brother!" Meng Yuxiang's eyes lit up.
Immediately, the large group of Duan family members went forward, reaching the foremost point of the eastern pier. At that moment, all the other boats could only steer to the side, allowing the Zhou Mountain Sword Sect's ship to dock.
