"Ah! Zuwaro, my friend, we meet again! This time, the journey north has been smooth. We didn't stop at Victory Mountain Manor but bypassed it from afar... When we parted last time, I didn't expect to meet you again so soon! The immense strength of your clan is truly astonishing!"
Mori no Kiyoshi stood at the port and was embraced warmly by Zuwaro, shaking his head with a smile.
These "Shandan Golden Tribe" and "East Sea Gummy People" meeting with rough embraces bear a distinctly Northern Land's barbaric style, and it's quite troublesome. If the Golden Shandan clan wants to establish themselves with the Shiba Clan's reputations, these hospitality customs will need some serious revising...
Thinking of this, Mori no Kiyoshi sighed and pointed to the two Ocean Shielding Ships docked at the port, chuckling bitterly.
