Over the endless sea area, there are more than ten warships, riding the wind and breaking the waves, marching magnificently towards the direction of the Yuehua Continent, with astonishing speed.

One of the warships, a middle-aged man in a long black robe, with his hands on his back and eyes like stars, stared straight ahead, with cold air coming out from all over his body.

"Chieftain, at this speed, at dusk, we can resist Yuehua mainland, which is half a day shorter than expected. Should we notify the Tonglei people in advance?" An old man in black came forward slowly and knelt on one knee. He was very respectful to...