Wu Qingxia held back her tears and choked, "Island Master, you finally returned, welcome home."
Ding Fan hadn't changed much since before he left. He nodded slightly and said, "Don't act like this, everyone stand up. Let's go back."
"Island Master Ding Fan, quite a grand air you have there, truly impressive!"
A cold voice rang out, and Xu Jianqiang, standing beside, said, "Island Master Ding traveled thousands of miles, bloodily swept the Wu Family Fortress, shocking the Northern Desolation of the Divine Realm. Is such a powerful figure still lurking in our small Tianmu Sea? Still subordinate to our Moon Mist Island? How can we bear this? In my opinion, I'll go back immediately and request my father, better let Moon Mist Island be subsidiary to Skull Island."
Ding Fan wore a blue robe, hadn't slept well in recent days, and ate poorly, looking skinny and dark, but his expression was calm, eyes shining, possessing a different demeanor.
