Swoosh!
A flying ship shot across the sky above Qinghe City like a meteor, vanishing into the clouds.
"The great roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring up to ninety thousand miles!"
Chen Fan stood on the city wall, watching the flying ship disappear into the distance. He couldn't help but feel full of emotion. Who would have thought there would be such a prodigy under his banner?
"Meeting Brother Chen is the luckiest thing in my life!"
Zhang Long's face was radiant with pride.
Chen Fan and the others looked at Zhang Long with envy and jealousy. It must be said that Zhang Long was really lucky.
Even if Zhou Chen and Zhang Long had no further interactions, nobody would dare touch Zhang Long due to their past connection.
On the flying ship, Zhou Chen stood at the bow, the fierce wind blowing against his face, tossing his messy black hair. He gazed down at the swiftly receding mountains and rivers below with great ambition.
