In the South Sea region, everyone is aware that this matter couldn't have been stirred up by people from the Divine Land.
It's purely a hole they dug themselves, and now with the explosion, they've fallen into their own trap.
The more Yan Zhikong thought about it, the stranger he found it; finally, he simply gave up the idea of continuing to the next stop.
He decided to just watch the drama unfold, given the current situation, he feared he wouldn't be able to snag any advantage.
Meanwhile, on the Dahlia, Wen Yan had already traveled south, reaching the southern region of the Nanyang Union.
He opened his eyes, stretched lazily. After three hours of sound sleep, the surroundings were perfectly temperate, neither cold nor hot, and free from the glaring sun, making it seem ideally suited for rest.
Surveying the surroundings, he noted the dense presence of Yin Qi and fog; ah, no wonder there wasn't any glaring sun, the overcast weather was fitting for a nap, he nearly forgot.
