Not a ripple stirred; the entire lake was somber, like a pool of dead water.
The Fire Dragon Sail was moored silently on the lake.
Yue Jinghua stepped over the ship's gunwale, her toes had barely touched the ground when the "Lianyun" was already gripped in her hand.
"Are you Yue Jinghua?" came a voice in a condescending tone, but the one waiting for Yue Jinghua was not Ni Qianjun.
The Fire Dragon Sail was still the Fire Dragon Sail of before, yet it was no longer the same Fire Dragon Sail.
The mercenaries on board were still the same group of mercenaries, but their expressions were tense, every one of them wearing a look of reverence, and among them, there was no sign of Ni Qianjun, nor of Feng Buhui.
Old Teluo was standing to the side; upon seeing Yue Jinghua, Old Teluo's lips quivered slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.
