Under the assistance of the Titan and the Black Dragon, the Cloud Sailing ship, with all its masts already damaged, had no choice but to dock in a desolate Stone Forest District.
Jin Nuo was tallying the casualties and losses from the air raid.
Compared to the heavy losses on the Cloud Sailing ship, the people on the Titan were unharmed, every woman looking radiantly charming and vigorous. Everyone was calculating the windfall of fifty thousand Dark Pills as their commission.
Originally, these women were exceptionally beautiful, bound to attract attention among men, but at this moment the Imperial Soldiers looked like deflated balloons, each hanging their heads low, feeling unable to raise their heads.
The proud Imperial Soldiers, to be outdone by a few women—should this news spread, it would probably cover Lord Jin Nuo and all of them in shame.
