The Crown Prince was as excited as if he had just received an injection: “This is Sir Yang Hao, the Undying War God, Lord of the Oracular Autonomous Territory, Commander of the Hao Sword Corps, Leader of the Dan Ding Sword Sect, and one of the Ten Senior Directors of the Merchant Guild. He is the most formidable young expert of our generation in the Empire…”
The Crown Prince’s introduction sounded like he had piled up every title Yang Hao had ever received. While this was impressive enough to dazzle many women, the two women most closely connected to Yang Hao at the ball showed little reaction. Princess Xianlan sneered, while Lanning, though somewhat more composed, didn’t even bother to turn her head.
The Crown Prince truly was a walking omen of misfortune. He just had to bring up the most awkward topic: “Sir Yang Hao is also the future son-in-law personally chosen by His Majesty the Emperor. He is Princess Xianlan’s fiancé. According to what I know, their wedding will take place very soon. I suggest that we open tonight’s ball with a dance between the princess and her fiancé.”
Silence… a silence so heavy it felt like death.
Not only Yang Hao, but even Princess Xianlan was left speechless. She hadn’t expected the Crown Prince to pull such a stunt. That ill-fated prince had pushed Yang Hao forward, then quickly stepped aside, clearly pleased with himself.
Now, the relationship between Yang Hao and Princess Xianlan was officially out in the open. The swarm of women surrounding the great Undying War God Sir Yang Hao immediately scattered. Even the most oblivious among them wouldn’t dare provoke the princess.
On the contrary, a few men still stood near Princess Xianlan, clearly ready to confront Yang Hao.
The dance floor was cleared, and soft music began to drift through the air. The opening dance was the most important part of the evening, reserved only for the host and the most honored guest.
Yang Hao stood awkwardly in the center of the dance floor, unsure whether he should go invite Princess Xianlan. In his heart, he wanted nothing more than to stay far away from her. But after what the Crown Prince had said, refusing to act might seem ungracious.
As Yang Hao hesitated, Xianlan’s cold snort cut through the music: “A commoner dares to dance with me?”
“What did you say?” Yang Hao raised his head, his gaze piercing.
Princess Xianlan had started off with a look of supreme arrogance, but under Yang Hao’s gaze, her face flushed. She hesitated, but still said defiantly: “What lord? Just a country bumpkin. You think you can be my fiancé? You’re nothing but a toad dreaming of swan meat!”
Yang Hao laughed.
Suddenly, he realized how foolish he was. There were people in this world who simply didn’t need others to show them respect. Why should he care about appearances?
Seeing Yang Hao’s smile, Princess Xianlan thought he was mocking her. Her face darkened: “A country bumpkin is still just a country bumpkin. You’re not even worthy to carry my shoes.”
With those words, she grabbed a young nobleman beside her and began to dance gracefully.
She was clearly trying to humiliate Yang Hao, ignoring the anxious look in the Crown Prince’s eyes from a distance. She spun around Yang Hao, her long gown fluttering like a lovesick butterfly.
Now, all eyes were fixed on Yang Hao. The Crown Prince had originally arranged for Xianlan and Yang Hao to open the dance, but now someone else had taken that role. Yang Hao stood in the center of the dance floor, looking like an unwanted extra.
The crowd’s attention wasn’t on the princess’s dancing. Everyone was waiting to see how Yang Hao would handle this embarrassing and humiliating situation. If this newly risen figure in the capital couldn’t recover his dignity, he might never hold his head high in high society again.
Yang Hao stood silently for a moment, then smiled. He thought how utterly pointless all this was. The nobles’ antics were so trivial and boring. He didn’t care who danced first, or with whom. He was about to turn and leave.
Just as Yang Hao turned, two fragrant arms wrapped around his neck, and a woman with a blushing face and a heart-stirring beauty pressed herself against him.
And thus began their romantic dance.
It wasn’t until Yang Hao recovered from his shock that he realized the woman dancing so intimately with him was Lanning.
The same Lanning who had always sat in the corner, the one so many noble youths had longed to approach but dared not, the one who hadn’t danced with a man in over a decade.
The same woman who seemed cold and distant on the surface, but whose heart was warm and tender—the most beautiful woman in the capital.
The entire dance floor fell silent.
The noble youths could hardly believe their eyes. The untouchable Lanning had actually taken the initiative to dance with a man, and not just any dance, but an intimate, face-to-face lover’s dance.
In an instant, countless jars of vinegar were overturned. Both men and women felt a surge of jealousy and bitterness, as if something precious had been snatched away from them.
All kinds of gazes—jealousy, admiration, and awe—were now focused on the couple dancing in the center of the floor.
Even the princess was forgotten. The situation had instantly reversed. The triumphant Princess Xianlan was now the laughingstock, while Yang Hao had become the true star of the ball.
“So fragrant,” Yang Hao whispered, taking a whiff of Lanning’s long neck.
Lanning bit her lip, saying nothing, but her face grew even redder.
“These jewels… are they for me to see?” Yang Hao whispered in her ear with a grin. “Did you miss me?”
“Only a ghost would miss you.”
“Exactly,” Yang Hao replied sweetly. “You’re my ghost. The most beautiful ghost in my heart.”
Lanning glared at him playfully, then turned serious: “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not really helping you. I just think since you’re already engaged to Xianlan, you shouldn’t make things too awkward between you.”
“Women, women,” Yang Hao sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll never understand you. Do you really get some satisfaction out of playing matchmaker for someone you like? I’ve told you countless times—I have no interest in Xianlan at all. I only love you.”
“I know…” Lanning’s face was almost buried in Yang Hao’s chest. “But… but you’re her fiancé, and I…”
Yang Hao pulled her even closer.
“I won’t end up with Xianlan. I promise,” Yang Hao said solemnly. “Lanning, it’s you I love.”
Lanning was nearly lost in Yang Hao’s gaze. The music of the ballroom was like fine wine, making the two of them oblivious to the gazes of others, oblivious to the attention of nearly the entire empire.
Yang Hao kissed Lanning’s forehead, like a prince awakening his sleeping beauty. This breathtaking moment moved some of the women in the crowd to tears.
Then, a flash of swordlight cut through the air, aimed directly at Yang Hao’s neck.
It was a foolish attempt, almost laughable. The two lovers were no ordinary couple—one was a Saint-level expert, the other a peerless master at the peak of the Saint realm. Could they really be caught off guard by such a clumsy attack?
Before the swordlight could even reflect in the ballroom lights, Yang Hao and Lanning had already moved, gliding five meters away in an instant. But the attacker’s sword couldn’t stop in time and struck another dancing couple instead.
“Ahh!” A piercing scream rang out, finally drawing everyone’s attention to the unexpected incident.
The nobleman who had been stabbed in the buttocks flew into a rage: “Who did this! Who dared attack me! Come out now!”
Actually, there was no need for him to come out—he was already standing in the middle of the dance floor. It was the very man Princess Xianlan had dragged into dancing with her, thinking he was basking in her favor.
The man had golden hair, a high nose bridge, and a pale complexion that was almost alarming. His name was Nico, a noble of pure Earthly lineage and one of the princess’s ardent admirers.
“Nico, are you insane!” The injured nobleman, upon realizing the culprit was still standing there, was furious.
The brightly lit hall was suddenly filled with trained imperial guards rushing in. An assassination attempt within the palace walls was a grave crime.
A group of black-armored warriors surrounded Nico. The young man’s golden hair was disheveled, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his sword hand trembled slightly. His eyes kept darting behind him to the true instigator.
“What’s going on?” The ill-fated Crown Prince appeared again. He looked at the wounded nobleman, then at the blood on Nico’s sword tip, frowning deeply. “Arrest him.”
The imperial guards responded with a shout and moved forward to seize him.
But then a series of silver-bell laughter rang out. Princess Xianlan stood in front of the guards with an unreadable smile: “Get out.”
The Crown Prince hesitated. The commander of the guards hesitated too, but more wisely—only for a second—then immediately led his men out. Everyone in the capital knew that offending the Crown Prince was nothing compared to offending the princess—it could cost you your life.
“Get out!” Xianlan’s second command was directed at the wounded nobleman.
This nobleman must have had the worst luck in history—stabbed in the butt and then driven away. Who could possibly dare to offend the princess? He cast a resentful look at the Crown Prince, who could only shrug helplessly.
Now, everyone understood—the sword strike had been delivered by Nico, but the real mastermind was Princess Xianlan. If the princess had given the order, the target could only be the graceful and elegant Yang Hao.
So, all eyes once again turned to Yang Hao.
Yang Hao felt wronged. The sword had clearly been aimed at both of them. Why did everyone assume the princess’s target was him? Maybe it was just a case of female jealousy, a fierce lover’s quarrel.
But who could understand his grievance—Lanning even pulled a face, clearly showing it had nothing to do with her.
Encouraged by the princess’s support, Nico was even more fired up. He raised his sword, pointing it directly at Yang Hao: “I challenge you!”
The lights seemed too bright, making Yang Hao feel unbearably hot. He thought he must have misheard: “What did you say?”
“I challenge you!” Nico sneered. “I am Count Nico. I challenge you, Viscount Yang Hao. Only one of us can survive this duel. Whoever wins will become the princess’s fiancé.”
“What?”
“Of course, a commoner like you, a country bumpkin like you, has no right to marry the princess.” Nico was full of himself. “I’m giving you a chance—to prove yourself through swordsmanship.”
“Prove myself?” Yang Hao felt as if he had been transported to another parallel world, where no one knew he was the Undying War God or how powerful he truly was.
Lanning couldn’t stand it anymore and quietly reminded him: “These nobles, aside from indulging in food and pleasure, know nothing of the world. They live in their own little bubbles, thinking that the higher the title, the stronger the swordsmanship.”
Yang Hao finally understood. He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Nico seemed to be somewhere between a swordsman and a grand swordsman, at best a grand swordsman, nowhere near the Saint realm, let alone challenging a peerless master at the peak of the Saint realm.
“A frog in a well,” even Hunyuanzi couldn’t stand it. “If they knew you were on the same level as the Elders, they’d go mad.”
Yang Hao and Hunyuanzi thought this way, but the surrounding nobles were not of the same opinion. Upon hearing that someone was challenging Yang Hao, they were overjoyed, as if it were a festival. Yang Hao looked around and saw the strange gleam in each noble’s eyes. Under the decadent lights and music, they looked like parasites clinging to Earth, repulsive and grotesque.
“This is the next generation of the Empire, the future rulers,” Yang Hao sighed.
“This order is rotten. If a new order does not arise soon, the universe will surely decline,” Hunyuanzi’s words were like a prophecy, echoing the words of the Intelligence Brain King.
Nico, seeing Yang Hao’s lack of reaction, thought he was afraid. He flourished his sword even more, trying to intimidate. Truth be told, Nico’s sword techniques were quite skilled, clearly passed down from the Ten Sword Styles. His stance was impressive, earning cheers from the ladies around.
“Yang Hao! Do you have no sense of honor as a swordsman at all?” Nico mocked. “You dare not even accept a challenge from an opponent. How can you claim to be the greatest young expert? How can you be worthy of being the princess’s fiancé? The princess’s husband must be the greatest warrior in the universe.”
Yang Hao sighed and took a step forward. The entire situation changed in an instant.
From Yang Hao’s body, the light of the Saint realm radiated outward, a forceful pressure weighing on the hearts of every noble in the ballroom.
And Yang Hao’s voice was like nails, hammering into people’s eardrums.
“I am not a swordsman. I am a Saint Master. The most powerful existence in this world.” With these words, Nico’s sword shattered into dust.
Yang Hao took another step forward: “I never wanted to marry the princess. She is not the woman I want as my wife.”
Princess Xianlan’s face turned pale. She stared at Nico in near disbelief. But this man who had boasted so loudly was now completely paralyzed by Yang Hao’s pressure.
At this moment, Nico finally realized how ridiculous he had been. Yang Hao’s power was far beyond his comprehension. Nico was like a small boat adrift on a raging sea. Yang Hao could kill him with just a flick of his finger.
But Yang Hao did not strike. A strange smile appeared on his lips. The pressure around everyone suddenly eased. The light of the Saint realm vanished from Yang Hao’s body. Without another word, he took Lanning’s hand and walked out of the ballroom, leaving behind one final sentence: “I don’t want to marry the princess. And I don’t want to lose.”
Everyone stared blankly as the couple disappeared from view. Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from Nico. A black flame erupted from his stomach, burning him alive in seconds, leaving only a pile of blackened bones.
Only when they saw the charred remains did the noble youths finally understand the kind of person they had provoked. They trembled from head to toe, their only thought being that they would never dare to offend Yang Hao again.
He was the most terrifying omen in the world.
The Sea of Despair was thousands of kilometers from the capital, but for two Saint-level experts, it was only a moment’s journey.
At night, the fine white sand of the beach could not be seen, and the sea had turned pitch black. Only the sea breeze, carrying a damp scent, reminded them of the vast ocean before them.
“Why did you kill him?” Lanning was a little annoyed, but leaning against Yang Hao’s warm body, she couldn’t bring herself to return to her usual coldness.
“Shhh!” Yang Hao stopped Lanning from speaking further, pulling her closer and gently sniffing. Lanning’s fragrance was completely different from the perfumes of other noblewomen. It was the natural scent of a maiden, a private aroma that only blossomed when she was with her beloved.
Lanning leaned her entire weight against Yang Hao. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so relaxed. Perhaps in her entire life, she had never entrusted everything to someone else.
“If we could stay like this forever, would you stay with me?” It was the same question Yang Hao had asked on the Intelligence Brain Planet.
“Still asking?” Lanning bit her lip, wishing she could bite the man in front of her.
“I’ll figure out a way to break off the engagement with the princess,” Yang Hao said. “I’ll talk to Emperor Yinglie. If necessary, I’ll publicly declare it myself. I won’t marry Xianlan.”
“No!” Lanning’s body suddenly stiffened. “No, Yang Hao, you mustn’t do this.”
“Why not?” Yang Hao was puzzled. “Don’t you want to be with me? After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t want to marry me?”
Suddenly, Lanning felt a warm tear welling up in her eyes. Rare tears rolled down her cheeks: “Yang Hao, it’s not what you think. But Xianlan is my friend, my best friend since childhood. You’re her fiancé, and everyone in the world knows it. I can’t…”
“You’re afraid of what people will say?” Yang Hao shrugged. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
“I’m afraid Xianlan will be unhappy. She’s not a bad person, just had a very unfortunate childhood, which made her personality a bit strange,” Lanning’s sorrow was buried deep inside. “I can’t steal her husband. And there’s Ling Ziyun too. They’re your women. I can’t…”
Yang Hao gently touched Lanning’s face, feeling the wetness. He realized how deeply she was hurting. Perhaps Yang Hao wasn’t as perceptive as a woman, but he only knew that if he wanted to be with someone he loved, no one could stop him. But seeing Lanning in such pain, he couldn’t bear to push her.
He gently wiped away her tears: “Leave it to me. I’ll handle it.”
“No.” Lanning became stubborn again. “Our feelings can only exist tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll still be the Commander of the Imperial Guards, and you’ll still be Xianlan’s fiancé. Nothing needs to change.”
“When you’re stubborn, you’re not cute at all!” Yang Hao was truly at a loss with this woman and felt a little angry.
But Lanning was always the first to throw a tantrum. She pushed off from Yang Hao and leaped several meters away: “You… you said I’m not cute, so we shouldn’t be together tonight either.”
Under the faint light of the sea, Yang Hao saw Lanning’s face full of childishness and was momentarily stunned. This woman always seemed cold and strong, but when had she ever shown such girlish coquettishness?
As the two were playfully bickering, the sea began to stir.
On the pitch-black sea surface, a ship appeared—a ship with dazzling lights, dozens of stories high, and absurdly large for a wooden vessel.
This wooden ship emerged from a distant horizon but approached at an astonishing speed, reaching near Yang Hao and Lanning in just a few blinks of an eye.
The scene was too strange. Even Yang Hao, who had seen many things in his travels, had never encountered anything like this.
What era was this? Simply put, it was the post-space age. Science and technology, as well as space travel, had reached breathtaking levels. Even the old rocket-driven spacecraft of the pre-space age were only displayed in museums. In today’s universe, intelligent brain-controlled ships flew everywhere. In the skies, instantaneous movement tracks crisscrossed. On the ground, even the most basic transportation was spacefaring vehicles and personal flying devices.
Yet here, on the sea, a wooden ship had appeared. Could it have come from ancient times?
As the ship drew closer, Yang Hao finally saw a large clown pattern on its main sail. It turned out this huge wooden ship was a circus vessel.
Lanning saw the ship at the same time as Yang Hao, but on her face was not only surprise but also a hint of embarrassment.
The two of them stood there, stunned, as the wooden ship rushed onto the beach and inexplicably grounded itself there.
“Isn’t the sea under the control of the Elders?” Yang Hao finally found it strange. “How could such a ship exist?”
Lanning opened her mouth, as if wanting to explain something, but couldn’t find the words, only frowning.
Suddenly, a figure flew down from the wooden ship. As this person flew out, a spotlight from the ship followed him, as if he were a superstar.
Indeed, this man looked somewhat like a celebrity. He had long, flowing hair tied into a ponytail with a hairpin. His face had a somewhat effeminate handsomeness. He wore loose, dazzling clothes that looked like performance attire, and a dazzling long sword was attached to his waist.
This man flew down from the ship and directly approached Lanning. He landed in front of her and, without any hesitation, grabbed her hand in a very intimate manner, saying in a cloying tone: “Xiao Ling, why did you come to meet me? How did you know I was arriving today?”
Xiao Ling?
Yang Hao felt a surge of jealousy in his heart, especially seeing that long-haired pretty boy still hadn’t let go of Lanning’s hand. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger and walked over with heavy steps. Unfortunately, the man’s eyes were only on his “Xiao Ling,” completely ignoring Yang Hao.
“Zhou Yao, I…” Lanning pulled her hand back forcefully, her embarrassment evident without needing to be said.
“Xiao Ling, I missed you so much.” This man named Zhou Yao actually grabbed Lanning’s hand again.
“Let go!!” Yang Hao finally couldn’t hold back anymore. He completely disregarded his reputation as a supreme expert and roared in anger.
Zhou Yao only noticed Yang Hao at this point. He held Lanning’s hand and looked at Yang Hao with disdain: “What’s it to you? What’s it to you? I’m just talking to my fiancée.”
“Fiancée!!” Yang Hao roared, and both Ying Yue and Hunyuanzi were howling inside him.
“Nonsense! Who else could be Lanning’s fiancé besides me, Zhou Yao?”
This shameless man even stretched out both hands to embrace Lanning, completely ignoring how dark her expression had become. “These days, I’ve missed you so much…”
“Let go!” Lanning and Yang Hao roared at the same time.
Lanning quickly pulled away from Zhou Yao, her beautiful face filled with anger as she stepped back several paces.
Zhou Yao still didn’t know he was asking for death: “Xiao Ling, why are you still like this? I came back this time to marry you. From now on, you can be more affectionate with me…”
Lanning had to use all her willpower to suppress the urge to kill him. What made her even more furious was the puzzled and confused look in Yang Hao’s eyes. Yang Hao, who usually understood women so well, didn’t even believe her now. It made her so angry she wanted to shoot him with a gun.
Lanning stomped her foot in frustration. She glared at Yang Hao fiercely, not caring about the misunderstanding between the two men, and shot away like a silver flash.
“Xiao Ling! Xiao Ling…” Zhou Yao waved his hand in self-pity as he watched Lanning fly away. He didn’t notice that Yang Hao’s expression was already murderous.
There were countless people in this world who were practically asking for death. Not even waiting for Yang Hao to lose his temper, two more figures flew down from the wooden ship. These two were even weaker, barely reaching the level of swordsmen, and had the look of sycophants all over their faces. They started spewing nonsense at Yang Hao.
“Extra number one, get lost.”
“Extra number one?” Yang Hao pointed at himself.
“That’s who we’re talking about. In front of our young master Zhou Yao, every male creature is just an extra, a supporting role.”
“That’s right. Our young master Zhou Yao is the heir of the Star Circus, the greatest performer in the universe.”
“Young master Zhou Yao is also the fiancé of Miss Lanning, the top beauty in the capital.”
“Fiancé?” Yang Hao was confused by the mess of words but caught that one sentence.
“Zhou Yao and Miss Lanning were betrothed by the Elders when they were very young. Their wedding will happen soon. If you don’t want to die, you’d better stay away from Miss Lanning, extra number one.”
Yang Hao wanted to remain calm, but there were too many people in this world who didn’t know how to fear death, too many for him to avoid.
Perhaps sensing the killing intent in Yang Hao’s eyes, the two men and Zhou Yao were somewhat surprised. However, for someone at Yang Hao’s level, if he concealed his power, others would perceive him as not even reaching the level of a swordsman. So those two probably thought Yang Hao was just a low-level swordsman.
They actually drew their swords and pointed them at Yang Hao, saying: “Extra number one, do you know that our young master Zhou Yao will soon enter the Saint realm and become the next generation’s Sword Saint? Look around the capital, who can rival young master Zhou Yao? We advise you to leave quietly, or the brilliance of the Star-Shining Sword will make you regret it.”
Yang Hao glanced at the man called Zhou Yao with a corner of his eye. This pretty boy didn’t seem particularly formidable, but the sword at his waist seemed to emit an aura of a divine artifact, which was somewhat strange.
Yang Hao had heard of the Star Circus somewhere before, but couldn’t recall exactly where.
“I’ll also give you a chance to survive,” Yang Hao said calmly. “From now on, stop mentioning your engagement to Lanning, and take your wooden ship and leave Earth.”
“What!” The three of them were almost driven mad.
The two attendants thrust their swords straight at Yang Hao. The force in their swords wouldn’t even have been a concern to Yang Hao when he was a novice. So Yang Hao stood still, as if he didn’t know how to dodge, letting them come.
Just as the two attendants were about to feel victorious, a black shadow flashed, and an old man appeared. The old man had gray hair and beard, and wore a colorful clown costume.
“Boss!” Zhou Yao was surprised, not by the boss’s appearance, but by how lightly he grabbed the sword tips and stopped them from piercing Yang Hao.
“Enough!” With a flick of his wrist, the two attendants were pushed back.
“Why didn’t you kill him?” Zhou Yao was still angry, pointing at Yang Hao and cursing, “This guy dared to flirt with Xiao Ling and even told us to leave Earth.”
“I’m Zhou Chuanqian, the leader of the Star Circus.” The old man bowed, a gesture reserved for the top 100 martial artists in the universe.
This action left the other three stunned.
Yang Hao accepted it calmly and returned the bow. The old man didn’t leak even a trace of power from his body. If he hadn’t reached the Saint realm, it would have been impossible. He might even be a peerless expert at the peak of the Saint realm.
“May I ask for your name?” The old man asked, his face full of confusion. There didn’t seem to be such a young expert in the Empire.
Yang Hao was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something. He turned around, and Maya, transformed into a golden light, had already landed in front of him.
“The old emperor is holding a meeting. You need to go there quickly,” Maya said expressionlessly, then turned into golden light and shot away again. After spending so much time with Yang Hao, even her way of speaking had become the same as his.
This phrase, “the old emperor,” left Zhou Yao and the others speechless. They had seen boldness before, but never someone who dared to insult the emperor to his face.
Yang Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. The sky was already turning pale. A new day had already begun. Without realizing it, he and Lanning had spent the entire night by the sea.
Today was the court meeting, where the emperor and imperial ministers would discuss negotiations with the Elders. Whether to hand over Yang Hao was naturally an important matter.
“I have something to do. Let those lives wait for now.” Yang Hao said to Zhou Chuanqian. “Leave Earth as soon as possible. Don’t make me send you off.”
“You, commoner, are you looking for death!” The two attendants dared not act recklessly but still shouted curses from behind Zhou Yao.
Yang Hao snorted coldly.
The two men spat out two mouthfuls of blood and couldn’t speak anymore.
Zhou Yao was already completely frightened, his pretty face twisted with fear.
Zhou Chuanqian also had a twitch at the corner of his mouth. He bowed again: “May I ask for your honorable name? The Star Circus will surely send a gift in the future.”
Yang Hao turned around, preparing to leave.
Zhou Chuanqian was somewhat anxious: “Sir, I can’t just leave Earth based on your words. The Star Circus also has some status in the universe. If you don’t mind, please come to the capital to watch our circus performance the day after tomorrow.”
Before the old man could finish his rambling words, Yang Hao had already shot into the stars on his sword.
“I’ll come,” Yang Hao’s cold words were like a sword.
But what followed was fire. In the midst of the commotion, Zhou Chuanqian and Zhou Yao suddenly discovered that their large wooden ship had inexplicably caught fire. This mysterious fire was so fierce that even hundreds of people rushing to put it out could barely control it.
Zhou Chuanqian’s expression changed. Suddenly, he thought of someone, a person considered a harbinger of doom even by the Elders and the Elders’ Council.
“Boss,” Zhou Yao still felt somewhat wronged.
Zhou Chuanqian slapped his nephew’s face with a loud “Pah!” “Fool! Do you think you can provoke such a harbinger of doom?”
Zhou Yao shrank back a few steps, but Zhou Chuanqian stomped his foot again, sighing helplessly: “But… we came back precisely to provoke this harbinger of doom.”
For a brief moment, the starlight in the old man’s eyes shone brightly, then dimmed again.
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